Description: He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly tridents and sais. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Shepherd arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Varis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 12000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright black suits and hats, and carries glaives. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 63. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lamlis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 19000 sp. Violet garnet (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He takes great joy in being the best Blacksmith in town.

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. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Blacksmith. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Blacksmith responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Bloodstone (30 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he prefers to wear flannel. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the right. He is baby faced.

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 has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: An older man who is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, he is not a threatening figure. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Eiravel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 gp. Carnelian (70 gp). Iolite (70 gp).