Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has wavy chestnut hair. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

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. 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, Mindartis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Mindartis was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He worked as a nervous Miller and found it very stressful. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Miller.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 220 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His red hair is thinning but still full. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sage born in the past three hundred years. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He got into the Sage business at a young age. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He tends to his Sage job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 600 gp. Rhodochrosite (4 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His green eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson pastel hat.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortbow.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 800 gp. Citrine (20 gp). Hematite (10 gp).

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1400 gp. Blue star sapphire (1400 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born in the north. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and many illithids want him driven away

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.