Description: She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished monstrous two handed axe as well. Her brown hair is smooth and relatively long. Her green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Duvamil is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north to a Architect, Duvamil learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. During her travels, Duvamil and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Duvamil discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Duvamil fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: The child of a Carter, who enjoyed hunting, Travok was taken on many hunting expeditions. He found a children's book about a Dwarf Barbarian who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it, and he perpetually has his bastard sword ready. He keeps his green crest in a flapper bob. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Dwarven culture. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people; and dwarven compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 600 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp).

Description: He stands about 3'2" and prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. His parents enrolled him in a Cleric school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1500 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (70 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.