Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Taklinn liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Taklinn 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, Logical, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greataxe, but if one is not available he will default to his hand crossbow, and he perpetually has his hand crossbow ready. He wears his silver hair down. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Dalgal was born the youngest of three triplets. His first spouse was a Map Maker, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and doesn't want to be a sellsword and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a tan collared shirt and green skirt. She accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. Her black hair is still thick. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Waywocket was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Waywocket has worked very hard to control her curse. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by illithids. Waywocket was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and a deep hatred of illithids

Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a brown coat. She wears her blonde hair down. She is baby faced.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Ovina took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor she uses now. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and she desires to right it; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 700 sp.