Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. She has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. 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, Whurdred is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Whurdred grew up listening to her mother's many stories. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Star rose quartz (20 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 36. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Efferil was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Efferil was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Efferil's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 600 gp. Rose (20 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp).

Description: This man is wearing a long, grey cloak, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has shaved his head bald. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Gilthur was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 900 sp. Aquamarine (200 gp). Rhodochrosite (14 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses well, wearing violet shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His black hair is braided into rings. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He hates illithids. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Aelar was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Scribe. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and a deep hatred of illithids

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Gold music box (3000 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Old masterpiece painting (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His cinnamon fur is greasy and uncared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Dyer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Dyer for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'6" when asserting himself. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. 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: He comes from a rich northern family. When Burgell reached his early adolescence his Gnome father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 3000 gp. Moss agate (8 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Blue star sapphire (1300 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (90 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Star ruby (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His red hair is thinning but still full. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born in the west. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: She wears black trousers with red and brown striped suspenders. She wears various colorful collared shirts, and carries scimitars. She wears her brown hair up. Her white eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She is always in debt, since she spends her money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Mastema was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. When Mastema reached her early adolescence her Tiefling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 12000 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (30 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).