Description: An older woman who typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull brown iron scale mail, she is not a threatening figure. Her brass crest is unkempt and raggedy. Her gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Her parents were killed by illithids in a raid when she was still a young child. The illithids captured her, and made her a slave and general play-thing. She was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to her deformed appearance. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and her religion dominates her actions

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Alex was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 70 gp. Blue quartz (6 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a simple grey robe with yellow stripes complete with hood. His hair is cut close to his head. He is baby faced.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bookbinder. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a yellow shirt with thin tan vertical stripes and brown pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair is braided into rings. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Addict, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.