Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Fargas hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fargas does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Nature, Family. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears baggy white pantaloons and a brown scarf. His hair is golden and very short. His ears are large.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

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. Radomir took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her dagger with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Her psionic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is her passion; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Passionate, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull blue iron scale mail. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. After coming to the age of reason, Balimaar 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Has a crush, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His white hair is cut short. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Morkral was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 260 gp.