Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. A friendly and beautiful Half-Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1600 gp).

Description: He wears a tan collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and he perpetually has his quarterstaff ready. His tied-back hair is silver. 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 is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born in a small desert village. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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. Morkral fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and blue, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His fur, while still mostly gray, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are blue.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Scribe arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 280 pp.

Description: He wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. He carries with him a set of warhammers, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born in a small desert village. Bagabug liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Masseuse for the past few years.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 45000 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He likes to wear white tank tops with black pants. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Priest but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp.