Description: With yellow face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Scribe but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Naal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Smoker's lung

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

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

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. 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, Aelar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Aelar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. After coming to the age of reason, Aelar took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Cartwright for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 9000 sp. Peridot (80 gp). Amethyst (150 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To be a Mercenary again; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 90000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his red robe. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born in the south. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Amethyst (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Red spinel (60 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp). Blue star sapphire (700 gp). White opal (700 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, blue shirt, and tan tie. He has a hunchback. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Spice Merchant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.