Description: He is lean but muscular and usually wears his red robe and has his scimitar always slung over his shoulder. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Lamlis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. Malachite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He hates gnolls. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Thervan was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1000 gp. Solid gold idol (400 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (70 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (70 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Quarion wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Quarion grew up listening to his mother's many stories. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He very much looks the part of a Locksmith. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Eiravel enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. A gifted student he started as a Slave Trader, but he got bored and became a Locksmith. He's also a talented Slave Trader, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To be a Slave Trader again; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Red garnet (40 gp). Pink pearl (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears tattered old clothes. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. 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. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.