Description: He wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Kellen's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Kellen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fisher for the past few years.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 7000 sp. White pearl (100 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. 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: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 gp. Coral (50 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). Zircon (20 gp).

Description: This eastern man usually wears his black robe and has his trident always slung over his shoulder. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Bûbol took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Bûbol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 100 gp. Black star sapphire (900 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Sard (30 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears just a tan suit. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. The war was a terrible time for him, and Paelias does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.