Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears tattered old clothes. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. 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 desires power and/or immortality; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This malnourished man wears a white shirt with thin yellow vertical stripes and white pants. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Dreali was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scythe, just in case. His hair is short and golden. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes illithids are coming to abduct people. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born in the south. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Gennal alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 300 pp. Malachite (6 gp).