Description: She has a missing left leg. She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. She has bronze crest. Her red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Driindar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Adept, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She has all her life been fascinated with painting.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Driindar 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 travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she is greedy

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1400 gp. Peridot (20 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She dresses like a well dressed Architect does. Her black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is mildly Elf supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She has all her life been fascinated with painting.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Architect for the past few years.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and to be a ploughman again

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He likes to wear red tank tops with white pants. He has a hunchback. He wears his chestnut hair down. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has shaved his head bald. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 pp. Rock crystal (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. He has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. To his fellows he 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: Fallond was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 Soapmaker. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and a deep hatred of drow

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Attractive. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 47000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.