Description: This man wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his left hand. His fur is short and red. His copper eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Aura was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: He wears bulky white painted plate armor. He carries with him a set of greataxes on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Mogg is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the east to a Weaver, Mogg learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 Weaver. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Weaver for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a simple red robe with black stripes complete with hood. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. After coming to the age of reason, Nelkin took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 60 gp.

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 hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. A friendly and beautiful Elf, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Shava was born with her mother's beautiful face. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. 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. Shava 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, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.