Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is wearing a long, brown cloak. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Fargrim took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural gnomish artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Anverth was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 17000 cp. Silver pearl (140 gp). Obsidian (6 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Balimaar was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 110 gp. 6 Acid flasks.

Description: She is a mite stocky and prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. She has slicked back auburn hair. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Greeba grew up listening to her mother's many stories. In her youth she was part of a gang. She got caught, but did not rat out her comrades and served her time in prison. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears dull violet sweaters, loose yellow pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed falchion, just in case. She has wavy red hair. Her gray eyes peer out from beneath her small violet hat.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Ridaro embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Elves. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: Ridaro was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Glassblower work with an outfit from a few towns over. Glassblower work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 100 gp.