Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He tends to wear a large brown jacket. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2600 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man is wearing a long, pastel, dusty cloak. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

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 will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Gifted from a young age, Watson studied abroad. After coming to the age of reason, Watson took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Apothecary.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Gifted, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 50000 cp.

Description: A 4'3" western man, he prefers to wear flannel. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Born in the west to a Bather, Fallond learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bather. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: To be a Priest again.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. The war was a terrible time for him, and Riardon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. After a long history of fighting, Riardon and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Religious. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white hair is lengthy. He is baby faced.

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 would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Vassago grew up listening to his mother's many stories. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Vassago took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 2800 sp.