Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright violet and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. 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 has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Mordai grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 120 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. He carries a battered shortbow and tarnished scimitar as well. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He hates gnolls. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Rendar was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Rendar decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 260 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Gildmak took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, In love, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 10 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Halflings. His skin is dark but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears a grey costume with the symbols of death on his torso. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: Howard is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Apothecary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 sp.