Description: He tends to wear a large black jacket. He carries a battered whip and tarnished axe as well. His crest is short and black. He is baby faced.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Zedaar was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Raer liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 2300 gp. Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Azurite (10 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Amethyst (60 gp). Zircon (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dworic grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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. Dworic fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 sp. Malachite (10 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and white handkerchief worn on his left side. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Engraver. 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 has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 140 gp.