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 wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This late middle aged man dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a red coat with white slacks and is in decent physical shape. He has shaved his head bald. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Mason but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Eiravel was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 5'1" and muscular, this northern man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Mason. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Navigator profession.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and balancing his hectic life and new mason responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 110 gp. Jade (110 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His black hair is heavily combed to the right. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Carter profession.

History: Feldûsh was born the youngest of three triplets. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sage work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sage work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sage responsibilities is difficult; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an entirely black suit with pastel socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his monstrous two handed axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His brown hair is long and unkept. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 300 gp. Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp). Coral (50 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.