Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has no hair. His eyes are blue.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Roondar's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Engraver. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shortspear, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 usually wears his brown robe and has his trident always slung over his shoulder. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are white and catlike.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Qemuel embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Qemuel was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Priest. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around 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, Fallond is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Fallond was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He is an epitome of beauty. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

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 cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Soapmaker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Tharivol never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, In love. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 25000 sp. White opal (1300 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Rose (50 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp).