Description: She stands about 5'0" and wears an entirely brown suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Her left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. Her auburn hair is still thick. Her blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: This woman loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Sarah was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Commoner, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Sarah abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. During her travels, Sarah and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Sarah discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Sarah fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His crest is green and curly. He has red eyes.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Zedaar was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 3200 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears an entirely yellow suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Raer alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 4'2" southern woman, she wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her red hair is still thick. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She has all her life been fascinated with singing.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Her mother took her hunting and taught her how to get in the mind of other creatures. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and money/treasure

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Nature, Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Rich purple corundum (800 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Black pearl (800 gp).