Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a yellow coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Naeris is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and is pretty ugly. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his youth he was a Mayor, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears just a white suit. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He's also a talented Sage, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and he wants revenge against goblins

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 700 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a red vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his red boots flare out at the collars. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has amber eyes.

Personality: Efferil hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands.

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Soveliss was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Soveliss decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1 Hourglass. 1 Spyglass. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Simple lock.