Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. His purple hair, when down, is lengthy. He has red eyes and a black hat with a blue feather.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Sage. During his travels, Damakos and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Damakos discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Damakos fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries with him a set of shields on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mercenary born in the past three hundred years. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. After coming to the age of reason, Ar-Kaius took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He became a Mercenary soon after.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a weaver again

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 50000 cp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Old masterpiece painting (800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Elves. Her skin is dark but she possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She sports black long hair. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Elama 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. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Emotional, Secretive. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Eiravel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 west. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Barber and was forced into it by his family; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Poor, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1600 gp.