Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Riardon's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 300 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (60 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'4". He wears a violet vest and prefers pastel and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bow. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His silver hair is long and unkept. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Efferil will drive conversation. The war was a terrible time for him, and Efferil does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Efferil 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. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Efferil was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

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

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 25. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Riardon never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor, In love. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1500 gp. Star ruby (700 gp). Silver pearl (80 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Jet (80 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. His red hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Halimath speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born in a small forest village. His childhood dream was to be a Map Maker, but he was a colossal failure. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 900 gp.