Description: This man is very fat, and wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a monstrous two handed axe, but if one is not available he will default to his greatsword. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 40. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He carries with him a set of scythes on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He has no hair. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

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. 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 the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aerdeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moonstone (60 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Pink pearl (150 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Coral (150 gp). Jet (150 gp). Fire opal (1400 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries with him a set of daggers on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. The war was a terrible time for him, and Quarion does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Quarion was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 3000 gp. Zircon (60 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Lapis lazuli (16 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.