Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, and carries hand crossbows. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Fortune-teller but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively, and carries longswords. His black hair is braided into rings. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Erevan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1300 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1000 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. 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: Born in the north to a Shepherd, Riardon learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Riardon was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Criminal record, Military, Rich, Family. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2200 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. He has no hair. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Crown-heir arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Smoky quartz (20 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp).

Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a nunchaku, but if one is not available he will default to his hammer. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his feathered blue hat.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Lazy. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 900 gp. Star rose quartz (20 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Coral (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.