Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'5". He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat, and his gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, marred by sweets. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. After coming to the age of reason, Berrian took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 5000 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (8000 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (60 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'3" northern man, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull white iron scale mail. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He takes great joy in being the best Armorer in town.

History: Born in the north to a Armorer, Nim learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Nim was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Nim decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he is content

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Terse, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 4000 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (40 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (90 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (40 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1500 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1600 gp). Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp).

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When Aelar reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Standing 5'5", this man wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Eiravel's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Eiravel 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bather hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 900 gp. Canary diamond (3000 gp).