Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Efferil will drive conversation. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Bather arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his youth he was a Brewer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Efferil was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Zircon (60 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Blue star sapphire (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp).

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He carries a battered ceremonial dagger and tarnished crossbow as well. He has a very tight haircut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Einkil was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Einkil was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2000 cp. Jet (60 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a green collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is still thick. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. 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, Rangrim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the east. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jade (40 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp).