Description: A middle-aged man, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants, and is pretty ugly. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. 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: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job, Religious. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 3000 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1100 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (40 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scimitar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of scimitars on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His hair is brown and curly. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ahvain fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 13000 sp. Peridot (80 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Azurite (5 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). White opal (700 gp). Sard (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'1" eastern man, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in the east to a Mason, Erevan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mason work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mason work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.