Description: This man wears a green shirt with thin white vertical stripes and brown pants. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his music with anyone who is interested.

History: Thamior was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His first spouse was a Detective, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. 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. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Crown-heir responsibilities is difficult; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Banded agate (16 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Star ruby (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He carries with him a set of longswords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a very tight haircut. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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. 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. Dreali fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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 raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Zircon (50 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears skinny pants and wears a pastel and white robe with the hood down. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: Berrian speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Berrian was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, drow burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying north to reunite his family. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Berrian was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 170 pp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a tan shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and white pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. 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 mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 800 pp. 1 Medium magic item.