Description: He wears a green tunic with black highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around his shoes, and he perpetually has his sickle ready. His hair is silver and curly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. During his travels, Dreali and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Dreali discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Dreali fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Rich purple corundum (600 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Hematite (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He carries with him a set of rapiers, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 700 pp. Black opal (1600 gp). Fire opal (1600 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Rose (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Thervan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Server work with an outfit from a few towns over. Server work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 400 pp.