Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

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. At a young age his mother died while driving off some drow. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in quarterstaff use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 90 pp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). 1 Average lock. 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: He stands about 5'6" and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the left. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Trym hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Architect arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has moderate length auburn hair. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born into a rich family. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. After months of barely getting by, Trym managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is greedy

Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He has a very tight haircut. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Clerebold 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. At a young age his father died while driving off some brigands. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in dagger use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 2400 sp.