Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. After coming to the age of reason, Paelias took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants revenge against drow; and revenge

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears bulky red painted plate armor, and he perpetually has his kukri ready. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. 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, Arannis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the west to a Marshal, Arannis learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely black suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Fivin liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Red spinel (50 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Rose (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Blue star sapphire (800 gp). Coral (50 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears baggy violet pantaloons and a brown scarf, marred by chocolates. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. The war was a terrible time for him, and Naill does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Naill took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 8000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Silver pearl (40 gp). Pink pearl (40 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly halberds and scimitars. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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, Korfel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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 Sage. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 600 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (1100 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Jet (90 gp). Rose (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.