Description: This man wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his left hand. His head has been shaved. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Immeral's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. 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: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with his Adventurer mother left him crippled. During his travels, Immeral and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Immeral discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Immeral fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 gp. Iolite (80 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp).

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Zircon (70 gp). Rose (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Blue star sapphire (400 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His hair is short and golden. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Blue diamond (8000 gp). Amethyst (40 gp).