Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears tattered old clothes. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 600 gp. Banded agate (6 gp). Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Red garnet (70 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). Violet garnet (1300 gp). Rich purple corundum (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and carries bastard swords. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the south were limited. 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. Delg fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Chalcedony (50 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). White opal (500 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, yellow shirt, and tan tie and is in decent physical shape. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Nuraval is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has a crush on the local barkeep

Ideals: Gifted, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a husky man, who dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with black slacks. His blonde hair is lengthy. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Kilvar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 600 gp. Chalcedony (40 gp).