Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Tanner hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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. Dean fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Justice, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 200 gp. Violet garnet (700 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids.

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears long strands of aquamarine and short blue dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His hair is long and golden with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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, Drogo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Drogo took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Weaver for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Dilettante again; and money/treasure

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 4 Acid flasks.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a grey shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair is short and black. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. His childhood dream was to be a Weaver, but he was a colossal failure. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is black and very short. He wears a mask on his face.

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. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Simon never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Human compassion; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, In love. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Deep green spinel (130 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.