His finely crafted armor is made of overlapping iron-gray scales, matching his slightly gray complexion and blue-gray eyes. Jerem wears gauntlets with sharp spikes made for close-up fighting. He carries a warhammer, which was crafted for him by his father and made specifically for his hands. At his side hang two bola. Both are dark brown hardwood with etchings in the Dwarven language and the cords are specially cured leather.

His clothing is plain and sturdy, leather and tough cloth. He carries a leather pack on his back that appears to be heavy and full. Jarred is normally gruff and withdrawn, but all of that can be changed by loud music and a flagon of good ale. Then, he becomes surly and loud, which is an improvement for a Dwarf.

Unlike most of his brethren, Hulgar shuns the heavier armour favored by the Khazad, and instead wears a solid jerkin of stiffened leather enhanced by numerous metal studs and plates stitched over the joints and chest. The rest of his gear is strudy but unremarkable, and all in dark tones and hues. He carries neither axe nor sword, but a pair of well cared-for miners picks that he insists are fine weapons.

Hulgar's skin tone is unusually light, a sure sign that he has spent much of his many years underground, and in fact he seems very much uninterested in going out-of-doors at all. He also seems to be a very quiet fellow, more interested in studying the nearby stonework and cavern walls than he is in conversing with whomever wishes to converse with him.

Over the chain shirt he wears a dark cloak to help cover his weapons. He carries his morning star at his waist, and keeps 2 daggers, one in each boot. His heavy crossbow is carried on his back, the bolts in a case at his hip. He keeps his chain shirt on nearly all the time, and keeping the cloaks hood up to keep his hair back and in place.

He is also wearing a black cloak and you see a short sword at his side. He has a simple helmet on. He seems to have a lot of pouches on the belt. He has sturdy looking boots.

He has long auburn hair, knotted into warrior's braids down his back, and down into his rather short and soft reddish-brown beard. He wears well made chainmail, carrying a heavy looking two-handed war-maul/hammer, with a silver handled swortsword at his belt. Over his back, he has slung an outlandish looking heavy crossbow, that has an overlarge box attached to it that is covered in Khazad runes.

Rollo grins and laughs too much, trying to fit in with the other much older and grim members of the party. Despite his enthusiam and limitless energy, he is respectful to his elders, and will dive into any task with complete focus and determination. Long live Hardizand!

Garflin's piercing eyes are the oddest thing of all. They are pink. His skin is a ghastly pale white with the veins visible beneath the surface. He is the rarest of rare, an albino. He is used to the reactions he gets from others. He does not care any longer what others think of him. When among dwarves unfamiliar to him, Garflin usually wears a long, light grey, hooded cloak to conceal his strange looks.

He wears the standard chain shirt that many dwarves do. He carries a morningstar, a club, and a crossbow. He also carries a silver holy symbol of his deity, the four-leaf clover. Perhaps the most unusual thing he wears is the two bandolier style belts that cross his chest. On one belt there are six potion vials and on the other are six scroll cases. He likes to keep these things handy if he comes across them.

When on a "job", Oneeda dons dark leather that fits snugly and makes sure that all of her "gadgets" are in place: she never leaves home without her halfspear, crossbow, and punching dagger. She also carries a light pick in her pack to, not only help her in her work, but to remind her of the father she lost in the War.