Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Mortician. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Thamior hails from a village terrorized by orcs. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A 5'2" southern man, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 52. 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. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 4000 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (130 gp). Jeweled gold crown (3000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (130 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (500 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1900 gp).

Description: This man wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a morningstar on his belt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on his right hand. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His green eyes peer out from beneath his broad brown hat.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Galinndan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.