Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 2500 sp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a brown tunic with violet highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Beloril abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears an entirely brown suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has moderate length black hair. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Corkitron liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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 kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His first spouse was a Mason, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Heian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Family, Mentor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp).