Description: This late middle aged man wears dull brown sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sai, just in case and is in decent physical shape. His crest is cut close to his head. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants revenge against drow; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2200 gp. Peridot (40 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. He prefers to wear flannel. He has a hunchback. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Impulsive, Antagonistic, Fearful. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 2800 gp. Iolite (70 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his small brown hat.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Gifted from a young age, Balimaar studied abroad. Balimaar was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Balimaar decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; 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: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair is red and curly. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He hates illithids. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Namfoodle was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 Bellfounder for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2000 cp. Sardonyx (40 gp).