Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a hammer on his belt. He has moderate length white hair. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Morgran lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears dull tan sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed flail, just in case. His chestnut hair is cut short. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His childhood dream was to be a Locksmith, but he was a colossal failure. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and a deep hatred of illithids

Flaws: Shy, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is an epitome of beauty. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. 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, Everard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Everard lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Healer. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and expand his business

Flaws: Antagonistic, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Military, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull pastel iron scale mail, and carries pickaxes. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

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. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born in the north. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Hobart has worked very hard to control his curse. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (40 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (70 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp).