Description: He stands about 4'8" and is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Naeris will drive conversation. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Naeris grew up listening to his mother's many stories. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Naeris took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Banded agate (8 gp). Fire opal (1200 gp). Clear bright green emerald (6000 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp). Jade (120 gp). Red spinel (120 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak. His black hair is braided into rings. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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: Gifted from a young age, Paelias studied abroad. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Marshal.

Motivation: Revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1000 gp). Silver ewer (40 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His ears are large.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (8000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.