Description: Standing 5'9", this man prefers to wear flannel. He has moderate length chestnut hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. 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. He tends to his Mortician job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Poor, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 6000 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (10 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Beloril was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. His fur is yellow and very short. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He takes great joy in being the best Guard in town.

History: He was born in the south. His childhood dream was to be a Bookbinder, but he was a colossal failure. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

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

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant, Guardian, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 180 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has wavy silver crest. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Donaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 13000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.