Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'5" and usually wears his blue robe and has his crossbow always slung over his shoulder. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length blonde 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 a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Traki 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. Traki 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; 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: Disciplined, Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the right. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sellsword born in the past three hundred years. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Berrian reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sellsword.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 6000 sp. Chrysoprase (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Thamior lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. 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: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scimitar, just in case. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Fletcher. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born into a rich family. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He tends to his Fletcher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Ivellios was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Navigator. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 6000 sp. Citrine (70 gp). Sard (70 gp). Jet (90 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp).