Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a simple black robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Paelias fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 gp. Alexandrite (1300 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 90000 cp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his broad brown hat.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 pp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2800 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is dressed in earthy colors with a black and pastel handkerchief worn on his right side. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Raer embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

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

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: Lucan hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Priest arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1100 gp.