Description: This malnourished man dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Vanuath is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. After coming to the age of reason, Vanuath took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Stableman for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants, marred by beers. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A gifted student he started as a Fisher, but he got bored and became a Mortician. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Alexandrite (1400 gp). Star ruby (400 gp). Blue star sapphire (400 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp). White pearl (40 gp). Azurite (7 gp). White pearl (40 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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. Beiro fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and he wants revenge against illithids

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He usually wears his blue robe and has his shield always slung over his shoulder. He is physically well-built. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the left. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Dreali was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Painter. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Opinionated, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he tends to wear a large green jacket. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants revenge against orcs; and money/treasure

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Slave, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 sp. Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (170 gp).