Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and he perpetually has his rapier ready. His gold crest is smooth and relatively long. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Srorthen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp. Chrysoprase (70 gp). Lapis lazuli (6 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

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 is wearing a long, white cloak. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Beloril fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: 5'7" and muscular, this southern man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Norman lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His parents enrolled him in a Warrior school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is greedy; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'10". He wears a simple tan robe with white stripes complete with hood, and his gloved hand is found clutching a greataxe. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and a deep hatred of illithids

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Hedonist, Greedy. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 29000 sp.