Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He took after his mother in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his mother taught him to defend himself. When his mother died while fighting illithids, the young Gildmak began to lead the lost caravan. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Gildmak was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids.

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: He wears a blue tunic with green highlights, and long yellow pants that bunch up around his shoes. He carries with him a set of sais, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He takes great joy in being the best Miller in town.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. During his travels, Namfoodle and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Namfoodle discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Namfoodle fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Aramil was born the youngest of three triplets. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he is content

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a pastel coat. He wears his golden hair down. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Halimath was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.