Description: He wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. He is physically well-built. He has a very tight haircut. His green eyes peer out from beneath his feathered grey hat.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thervan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Thervan was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 3000 gp. Emerald (500 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Spy hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 4000 gp. Citrine (50 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Amber (100 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and brown handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Adran lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Priest and was forced into it by his family; and he wants revenge against illithids

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (40 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp).