Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Hadarai grew up listening to his mother's many stories. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Disease, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. Star rose quartz (50 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Emerald (1100 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). Black star sapphire (1100 gp). Amethyst (90 gp). Peridot (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, marred by sweets. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He became a Weaver soon after.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Weaver responsibilities is difficult; and to be a dyer again

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1700 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (90 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. His head has been shaved. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Riardon reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Violet garnet (900 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). Peridot (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.