Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Ar-Beka speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the south were limited. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a grey vest and prefers violet and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Wrenn was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He is wearing a long, brown cloak, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. When Ahvain reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf 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 has achieved small success as a Spice Merchant.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and expand his business

Ideals: Joker, Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1200 sp. Red spinel (130 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Golden pearl (130 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He feeds upon the attention of others.

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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. During his travels, Caeldrim and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Caeldrim discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Caeldrim fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 100 gp.