Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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, Naal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Gifted from a young age, Naal studied abroad. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Naal took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Golden pearl (140 gp). Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Malachite (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is a Tanner first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull blue iron scale mail. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Erdan's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born in the east. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 10000 cp. Jasper (80 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Heian 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. Heian 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 has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: 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: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His white hair is knotted and matted. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. 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, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Thamior was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He bought a monstrous two handed axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Passionate, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1100 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (700 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp).