Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her blue crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are gold and beady.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She is always in debt, since she spends her money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: She was raised in a plains tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Antrara 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He usually wears his green robe and has his dagger always slung over his shoulder. He wears his green crest down. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the north were limited. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dadalan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a blue costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Warryn was born on a far eastern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mortician. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 390 gp.