Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a black costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. His blonde hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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, Riardon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Riardon grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Riardon. Being a Blacksmith kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Military, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1900 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2800 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times. He is an epitome of beauty. His red hair is still thick. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Farmer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Aramil was born with his father's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1900 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly shortbows and ceremonial daggers. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thamior grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Thamior. Being a Map Maker kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, blue cloak. His silver hair is cut short. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is obsessed with his god.

History: The child of a Baker, who enjoyed hunting, Koeth was taken on many hunting expeditions. 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is cut close to his head. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Erevan was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1300 gp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (90 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp).