Description: This late middle aged man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner and is in decent physical shape. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Riardon took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a violet Stetson hat and violet clothes. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. The war was a terrible time for him, and Eiravel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 5000 gp. Moss agate (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). White pearl (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.