Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has brown hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. 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, Balimaar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with white colored cloaks and clothing. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Solomon was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a green shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Percival lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Percival took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Joker, Professionalism. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Average lock. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He struck the Shoemaker job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 gp. Emerald (1000 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Percival is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the west. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 9000 sp.