Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is typically in his Barkeep uniform. His hair is cut close to his head. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. 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: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Heian was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Barkeep. He's also a talented Body Guard, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Job, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Carnelian (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a grey coat. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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, Naill is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. A freak accident while working with his Masseuse mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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 terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Addict, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 900 gp. Alexandrite (1100 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Red spinel (60 gp).

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: Thamior 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... His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family 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. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 90 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his right hand. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Thervan was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 600 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Iolite (40 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He tends to wear a large black jacket. He has shaved his head bald. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He tends to his Seamstress job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious, Job. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 7000 sp.