Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a black shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and black pants. He has auburn hair. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. 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: He was born in the south. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 800 gp. Golden pearl (140 gp). Sard (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Black star sapphire (700 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp).

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Servant. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His tied-back hair is red. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Galinndan will drive conversation. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: The child of a Barrister, who enjoyed hunting, Galinndan was taken on many hunting expeditions. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is typically in his Mercenary uniform. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has wavy chestnut hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a Mercenary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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: Born in the north to a Mercenary, Efferil learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He struck the Mercenary job and began his own company from there.

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 unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Slave, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Solid gold idol (900 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He has a large yellow mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. He has a hunchback. His hair is cut close to his head. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Riardon 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. He took after his mother in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his mother taught him to defend himself. When his mother died while fighting orcs, the young Riardon began to lead the lost caravan. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and many orcs want him driven away

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 600 gp. Obsidian (7 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'4" and wears silk and lounges about seductively. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 2100 gp. Azurite (15 gp).