Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his lance. His head has been shaved. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Servant

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1700 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'0" and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His eyes are gray and beady.

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 does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of gnolls may trigger it at times.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Korfel alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. 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: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 40 pp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Berrian isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. After coming to the age of reason, Berrian took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, In love. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 80 pp. Amber (60 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it and is in decent physical shape. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born in the north. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a Hunter soon after.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job, Slave. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 8000 sp.