Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a bastard sword on his belt. His hair is auburn and curly. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Nalral was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nalral fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and halfling compassion

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Forgetful, Racist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 700 gp. Azurite (9 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Emerald (1400 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp).

Description: This woman sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on her right hand. Her red hair is heavily combed to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Ostracized due to the arcane 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 remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Amber (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with green colored cloaks and clothing. His black hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are white and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Paymon was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: Standing 5'0", this man wears a white tunic with brown highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Tarak took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Tarak and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To be a Detective again; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Selfish, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.