Description: He wears bulky black painted plate armor. He is physically well-built. His auburn hair is lengthy. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 64. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Eiravel was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 4000 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (80 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2300 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (80 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He works hard and plays hard.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp. Eye agate (11 gp). Jet (50 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Lapis lazuli (11 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Quarion was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Quarion never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

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 his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, In love, Religious. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 80 pp. Peridot (60 gp).

Description: This man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing red cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. He is baby faced.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is content.

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a pastel coat. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are violet.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He uses divination through singing.

History: Tharivol was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Painter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 700 gp.