Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shield, but if one is not available he will default to his rapier. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Laucian was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Laucian grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Laucian. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Her auburn hair is still thick. Her eyes are a pleasant green.

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. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His silver eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has achieved small success as a Guard.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: He wears dull green sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed falchion, just in case. He carries with him a set of falchions on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His long silver crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears a mask on his face.

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. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a Spice Merchant, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When Norkruuth reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 20 pp. 3 Antitoxin.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a yellow collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. 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 hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Merchant father left him crippled. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and many drow want him driven away

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Forgetful, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.