Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Aust is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the west to a Bricklayer, Aust learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bricklayer. He struck the Bricklayer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bricklayer responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and brown handkerchief worn on his left side. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a blue coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow.

Ideals: Professionalism, Artistic. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'8". He usually wears his black robe and has his halberd always slung over his shoulder. His crest is scarlet and very short. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dadalan grew up listening to his father's many stories. A freak accident while working with his Laborer father left him crippled. During his travels, Dadalan and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Dadalan discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Dadalan fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 300 gp.