Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He usually wears his green robe and has his shortspear always slung over his shoulder. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: Immeral was born with his mother's beautiful face. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 10000 sp. Solid gold idol (200 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is wearing a tight pastel one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Miner. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He got into the Miner business at a young age. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Bonds: Job, Religious, Adventurer, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'7". He is renowned for his bright red suits and hats, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. He has wavy silver hair. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tharivol grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. He has shaved his head bald. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Spy arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 3000 sp. Zircon (60 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). White pearl (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his trident with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a trident. His long golden hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

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. 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. 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: His religion dominates his actions; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1500 gp.