Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. A freak accident while working with his Apothecary mother left him crippled. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 4000 gp. Chalcedony (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Coral (110 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He likes to wear tan tank tops with violet pants. His hair is auburn and curly. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 13. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Adrik hails from a village terrorized by brigands. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Family, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times and is in decent physical shape. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease, Ugly. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His silver hair is lengthy. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Gifted from a young age, Fibblestib studied abroad. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Ploughman hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp).