Description: He wears a simple green robe with blue stripes complete with hood, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'8" when asserting himself. He keeps his long white crest kept up in a rat tail. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Nithther wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Ranger, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Body Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Body Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids; and to be a bowyer again

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 5000 cp. Jet (160 gp).

Description: This man wears skinny pants and wears a black and tan robe with the hood down. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his left hand. His tied-back hair is chestnut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Imsh lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 10000 cp. Coral (160 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. He is physically well-built. His silver crest has been sun bleached extensively. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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, Dadalan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Assassin arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Dadalan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp. Onyx (40 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears just a black suit. He is physically well-built. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. This white eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Valafar grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Valafar. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Just what you see.