Description: He is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and he perpetually has his quarterstaff ready. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Azurite (4 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp). Eye agate (4 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a trident on his belt. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He got into the Shipwright business at a young age. 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: A rival would like him out of the picture; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 700 gp. Zircon (20 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Jet (140 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Blue star sapphire (800 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Iolite (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Riardon was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a ceremonial dagger on his belt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Map Maker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Immeral fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and balancing his hectic life and new map maker responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 50000 cp.