Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he dresses like a well dressed Mercenary does. His white hair is knotted and matted. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Dreali took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Mercenary like his father before him.

Motivation: To be a Sculptor again.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 pp. Jet (90 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Rose (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who dresses in violet turtlenecks beneath a red coat with grey slacks. His white hair is knotted and matted. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Thervan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1000 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (70 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (500 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Nim 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. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 3000 gp. Blue quartz (6 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.