Description: This late middle aged man wears a black tunic with green highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes and is in decent physical shape. His crest is black and very short. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Fax is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He got into the Apothecary business at a young age. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: To be a Bowyer again; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Disease, Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This woman is very fat, and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her greataxe with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her crest, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. Her gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Tiefling culture. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her parents enrolled her in a Expert school at a young age so that she could practice her martial talents. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. She wears her chestnut hair down. Her hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 4000 cp. Jade (130 gp). Rose (80 gp). Banded agate (9 gp).

Description: She is a husky woman, who wears just a grey suit. Her black hair is smooth and relatively long. Her hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Mortician. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Helgret hails from a village terrorized by illithids. 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. She has taken up work as a Mortician and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and a deep hatred of illithids

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. His hair is always cut to a buzz. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Ugly. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.