Description: He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His golden hair is still thick. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Dayereth was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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. Dayereth 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 revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Flaws: Cynical, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Taklinn wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Druid, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. His first spouse was a Jeweler, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 400 pp. White pearl (140 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and yellow, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He wears a colorful flower in his blonde hair. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

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. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Balimaar was born with his mother's beautiful face. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Human compassion; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 8000 sp. Obsidian (6 gp). Jet (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with white colored cloaks and clothing, and is pretty ugly. He sports a flattop hair cut. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his broad white hat.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Crown-heir profession.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new baker responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 300 sp. Solid gold idol (600 gp).