Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished kukri as well. His red hair is braided into rings. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Enialis speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Enialis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Occupation: Miner

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 6000 cp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (120 gp).

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is red and very short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Xappan was born the youngest of three triplets. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Unemployed they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Shoemaker, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 7000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (40 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2000 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (160 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (160 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (500 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. Her hair is long and silver with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small tan clips. Her gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She is obsessed with her god.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While she appears to be a normal Gnome, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'1". She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a green coat, and her gloved hand is found clutching a halberd. Her rusty crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. She has a dull look in her gold eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in the south to a Mercenary, Mishann learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Full Plate.