Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a green cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Arannis has worked very hard to control his curse. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Arannis was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He stands about 4'11" and wears a yellow coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair is singed and shortened. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Mercenary business.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. A gifted student he started as a Tailor, but he got bored and became a Mercenary. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mercenary for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His long red 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 violet.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. 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 was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Vanuath 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. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Vanuath never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 2000 gp. Red-brown spinel (120 gp). White opal (600 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp). Fire opal (600 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Caeldrim will drive conversation. 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: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Caeldrim reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. He has hazel eyes and a tan hat with a green feather.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. 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: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 east. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To unite with his brother.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Jasper (40 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Eye agate (9 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp).