Description: This late middle aged woman dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner and is in decent physical shape. Her hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. Her half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Halflings became a terror of the countryside. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Vanuath was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Miner. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. She wears her chestnut hair down. Her hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 4000 cp. Jade (130 gp). Rose (80 gp). Banded agate (9 gp).

Description: She is a husky woman, who wears just a grey suit. Her black hair is smooth and relatively long. Her hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Mortician. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Helgret hails from a village terrorized by illithids. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has taken up work as a Mortician and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and a deep hatred of illithids

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. His hair is always cut to a buzz. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Ugly. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.