Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his pickaxe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is red and very short. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Himo is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in the east to a Miner, Himo learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Miner for hire.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 5000 gp. Moonstone (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (14 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Sard (50 gp). Sard (50 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 48. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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 happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, In love. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 6000 gp. Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Amber (110 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his rapier with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair is singed and shortened. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp. Eye agate (14 gp). Zircon (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ahvain 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Pacifist. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished rapier as well. He wears his auburn hair up. He has hazel eyes and a white hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born in a small island village. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bounty Hunter.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Job. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.