Description: He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a spear, but if one is not available he will default to his scythe. He is portly but not overly obese. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Fivin speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1000 pp. Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. 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: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting drow, the young Naill began to lead the lost caravan. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 40 pp. Rose (30 gp). Obsidian (11 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Azurite (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'1" and is well dressed, constantly wearing a pastel suit, white shirt, and pastel tie. His brown hair is cut short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born in the west to a Dilettante, Eiravel learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Through the years after Eiravel was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Eiravel's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Dilettante for hire.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and to be a tanner again

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 13000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has wavy chestnut hair. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Gardener arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and pastel robe with the hood down. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Aramil was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. Aramil abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 50000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.