Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, black shirt, and green tie, marred by chocolates. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he wants revenge against gnolls

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 200 pp. Hematite (13 gp). Coral (120 gp). Clear bright green emerald (8000 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Azurite (13 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his lance with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears his chestnut hair up. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. A freak accident while working with his Miller mother left him crippled. During his travels, Berrian and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Berrian discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Berrian fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Revenge; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: This man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his right hand. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Gifted, Professionalism. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 300 pp. Black pearl (200 gp). Hematite (14 gp). White opal (1000 gp).