Description: He tends to wear a yellow poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is brown and curly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: Vanuath wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born into a rich family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Doctor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Doctor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is greedy

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 4'7". He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Soveliss was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted, Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 500 pp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears dull pastel sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greatsword, just in case. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He usually wears his brown robe and has his hammer always slung over his shoulder. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Navigator work with an outfit from a few towns over. Navigator work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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. Thoradin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Religious, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.