Description: He is a mite stocky and typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor. He wears his auburn hair up. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Skog was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Addict, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Solid gold idol (300 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (30 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He works hard and plays hard.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a pastel poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His head has been shaved. His eyes are gray.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sellsword arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Debt. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 50000 cp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He is dressed in an above average manner. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has shaved his head bald. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Barendd is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform During his travels, Barendd and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Barendd discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Barendd fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Poor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.