Description: This man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is short and brown. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born into a rich family. Eiravel 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. Eiravel decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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 used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely black suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Eiravel was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Eiravel was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears an eyepatch.

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 is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mortician. He struck the Mortician job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing a long, pastel cloak. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Thamior was born the youngest of three triplets. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Sailor they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Mason, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.