Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His hair is short and red. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, he is not a threatening figure. He has moderate length brown hair. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dreali fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (40 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He usually wears his blue robe and has his shield always slung over his shoulder. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his white hair down. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Naeris was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 600 gp. Black pearl (1200 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp).

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 230 pp. Sardonyx (30 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). White pearl (160 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Blue star sapphire (1200 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 5000 sp.