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 wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born in the south. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (900 gp). Jeweled anklet (4000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (90 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a green shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Vanuath took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2000 gp. Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1400 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Tharivol's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Tharivol was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Servant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Rose (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Rose (50 gp).