Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is dressed in an above average manner. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Immeral 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Azurite (14 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Jet (130 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Hematite (14 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, marred by sweets. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has brown eyes and a blue hat with a green feather.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (100 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp).

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. He has wavy brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. Ivellios was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Tailor. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.