Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born in the east to a Fortune-teller, Fargrim learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Fargrim was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Fargrim decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Being a Fortune-teller kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 160 gp. Star ruby (400 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Banded agate (4 gp).

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Ivellios lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1200 sp. 1 Healer’s kit. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He carries a battered longbow and tarnished bow as well. His red hair is lengthy. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Dayereth liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

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 wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A freak accident while working with his Masseuse father left him crippled. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.