Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Slave. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1800 gp. Pink pearl (120 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Red garnet (120 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a blue collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Dayereth wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Dayereth abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1800 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 4'11". He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Thamior was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Addict, Cynical, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a long, yellow, dusty cloak. His hair is long and white with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Tharivol abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Artistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1300 gp. Red spinel (120 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a violet shirt with thin white vertical stripes and grey pants. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Aelar alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 220 pp. Eye agate (5 gp). Sard (80 gp). Azurite (5 gp).