Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. 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 parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to unite with his sister

Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Immigrant, In love, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in the west to a Shoemaker, Gennal learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. 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 used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1700 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (40 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (40 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of pickaxes on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 7000 sp. Black pearl (200 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He carries with him a set of longswords on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Uthemar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

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 expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 6000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (80 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a white vest and prefers black and tan shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His hair is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. 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, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Through the years after Efferil was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Efferil's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.