Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a pastel coat with black slacks. He has a hunchback. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Quarion and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This malnourished man wears tattered old clothes. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 500 pp. Sard (70 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). White opal (800 gp). Amber (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Jet (50 gp). Rose (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Hematite (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is silver and very short. He is baby faced.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 70 pp. Black pearl (600 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'1". He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortspear. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. 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 was raised in a island tribe. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Berrian grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Berrian. He bought a shortspear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 30 pp. Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a simple white robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Ivellios will drive conversation. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has achieved small success as a Navigator.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Navigator responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 320 pp.