Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He got into the Barkeep business at a young age. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rael fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to be a miner again

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his silver crest up. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Rivaan was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Professionalism, Persistence. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 700 pp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (50 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (150 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1600 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1600 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1800 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears just a blue suit. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length red hair. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Rolen was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Barber

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Good lock. 1 Hourglass.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His lavender fur has been sun bleached extensively. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. 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, Emerald is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Emerald 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Magnifying glass.