Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears just a yellow suit. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Barkeep. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Barkeep. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 4'7" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a longbow, but if one is not available she will default to her spear. Her golden hair is thinning but still full. She has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.

History: Caelynn was born the youngest of three triplets. She has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 900 sp. Silver ewer (50 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This eastern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears a blue vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her blue boots flare out at the collars. With bright auburn hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she's looking for her big break

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a simple brown robe with grey stripes complete with hood, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'10" when asserting herself. Her blonde hair is wavy and long. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Priest profession.

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. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Bowyer. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She has moderate length silver hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. The occasional robbery is her preferred attention getting crime, but she mainly uses her means for meeting her own perverse desires.

History: Born in the north her family was never financially stable. A serious injury left her mother unemployed and in need of constant care. Her family became saddled with debt trying to care for her infirm mother. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Debt. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 800 gp. Red spinel (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.