Description: He likes to wear grey tank tops with black pants. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes drow are coming to abduct people. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He got into the Jeweler business at a young age. As a young child he wandered into the woods despite his father's warnings against it. Afterwards he claimed he had encountered drow who tried to eat his hand. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Jeweler for the past few years.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. He keeps his long scarlet crest kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Maagog lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Maagog never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Family, In love, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His blue hair is thinning but still full. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: The child of a Locksmith, who enjoyed hunting, Mormo was taken on many hunting expeditions. Mormo was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Assassin. 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. Mormo 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; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Chrysoberyl (100 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a axe, but if one is not available he will default to his shortbow. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Philantrophist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 120 gp.

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.