It's a chilly day in February, and the eight of you have gathered in the Magenta Angels during a heavy thunderstorm that rode in from the North on a gentle wind. The tavern is located in Keld Wood, the city's ward for carpenters and plasterers, a comfortably middle-class neighborhood of well respected craftsmen, free from the flooding that happens in certain of the city's less well-to-do districts during times of heavy rainfall.

Introduce your characters and describe how they are connected to at least one other person in the group. 

A few suggestions come to mind. First is that Fluin and Rowan may have served together in the city's militia. These two, along with Tarek, seem to form a contingent that identifies with the city.

Anakis and Torrent, on the other hand, are from Steepgulch and the bog, respectively, representing interests outside the city. It's unclear from where Aluzira hails, but it's possible she shares a connection with Torrent, since they're both water genasi, suggesting that there's a sizable community of such folk dwelling in the area of the Clouded Bog.

It's also unclear if Ulben is from Ekuepool or some other place, but he may be connected to Rowan due to their common heritage.

It's even more of a mystery how Nazcan fits in, but he might have played some instrumental part in bringing this group together and seems to share an interest in common with Torrent in protecting those who are unable to defend themselves.

Nazcan stands in the center of the streets, looking around for a temple, chapel, or anything similar. He is a white, larger than life dragonborn with a marking underneath his chin, he wears some blue, tattered robes and an iron amulet with the symbol of Tiamat: a dragon head with five claw marks. A wooden mace is tied to the back of his robes with a shield in his hand. "Is there temple around here?" He says in a regular tone, surprisingly not deep or gruff

Fluin is a powerfully-built human male, with black hair and hazel eyes.  He wears a loose-fitting tunic and britches.  At his waist is a rapier, with two handaxes sheathed at his sides.  He is an easy-going and friendly person, not the brightest, but not overly stupid either.

He has worked with Rowan off an don as they both worked for the city.  Fluin has worked as a city guard, a soldier, and other jobs that require brute force and skill with a weapon.

The temple in Ekuepool always brings interest, as it accompanies the entire pantheon of deities. Tarek has lived about 95% of his life inside the temple, so he is familiar with many of these deities and their worshippers. As a priest of Pelor, the sun god, he devotes his life to spreading the holy light to others. Nevertheless, he is supportive of the worship of other deities, as long as those who worship do so with good intentions and pure hearts. He is a tall, strong young man, already with full facial hair, but still with plenty of youth in his hazel eyes. If you look through his eyes, you can see benevolence and kindness. He sits at a stool in the tavern with his good friend Fluin. "Two pints of ale, please," Tarek says to the tavern keeper. You notice his baritone voice has a sing-songy feel to it. He promptly pays for both drinks. "Oh no, you don't need to pay, it's a treat from me to you. It's been a while since I've had a good ale with a good friend."

Torrent is a water genasi with hair resembling kelp that floats around freely, ignoring wind (or lack thereof).  His skin is mostly a murky blue, but is tinged with floating patches of green, like pond scum floating around.  He's wearing mismatched clothing made of leather.  He works and cures this leather off of the animals he hunts.  He refuses to let any part of the creature go to waste.  He walks around using a seven foot shepherd's crook as a walking stick

(I love the idea of a water genasi community!)  Torrent is familiar with Aluzira, having seen her while he sold game in Steepgulch (Selling game helps prevent overhunting).  

Anakis subtly follows Torrent throughout Ekuepool. While she doesn't know the druid personally, having lived on the streets of Steepgulch she made it her business to know people of power. After gaining her sorcery powers, she headed to Ekuepool and when she noticed Torrent walking the streets, she decided her best bet would be to follow the Genasi druid.

She is a slender teen with red skin and her eyes have a dull red glow to them. Her clothes are unkempt and as such is generally unnoticed by the towns guard.

"I wonder where that one is going?" she asks her pet mouse as she feeds him some crumbs of food.

Aluzira has pale blue skin and dark blue hair pulled into a ponytail.  She wears a brown turtleneck shirt with a blue tunic overtop tied at the waist with a yellow belt.  She keeps her panflute hanging at her side almost like you would a dagger.   Although she is a Bard and loves to preform she still ends up being a little awkward in social situations. Apart from them she is a generally happy easygoing person.

During her travels she found a community of water genasi living in the clouded bog.  She eventually made her home in steepgulch where she often sees torrent selling game.  She still makes a living playing music and frequents the tavern whenever she can.

Rowan LeMort steps into the tavern, out of the thunderstorm that is raging out side. She takes a moment to wring out her raven black hair, before tying back the shoulder blade length waves. With her hair pulled back, you see her face: a striking female half-elf, pale skin, green eyes with a massive, red brand-like mark on the right side of her face from forehead to jaw, which looks very strange. She is adorned in the Ekuepoolian militia uniform: Black leathers with a maroon wool cloak with the symbol of Ekuepool as an iron brooch clasping the cloak to her leathers. Rowan walks with the bearing of one who has spent her entire adult life in the military, as she strides forward, taking a stool beside Fluin. She politely orders a hot mug of cider to warm her bones.

Rowan has worked with Fluin several times when he has been hired to work with the militia on either preventing incursions, or when they have sent teams out into the bog to repel the creatures that lay waste along the trade routes into Ekuepool.

He walks into the tavern and bangs his head on the beam, then mumbles to himself in draconic 

"Ow, this is my least favorite part of being big"

He walks up to Tarek and asks him "Do you no where temple"

Fluin greets Rowan and orders a ale as well.  "Hows things?"  He asks as she takes a seat.  Sitting back he glances around the tavern, taking in the others there, some of which he has never seen before, others he probably recognizes from his time in the city.

Tarek turns to Nazcan. "Funny of you to ask," he responds. "I work at the temple. I know exactly where it is." He steps off his stool and offers to show Nazcan around the city.

Torrent meanders through Ekuepool, as always enamored and disgusted by the city.  He passes by the pedestrians, ignoring the curled noses he's receiving due to his strong odor of stagnant water and ramshackle appearance.  He heads to the tavern, figuring he can use some his day's earnings to get some quality spirits and wine before retreating back into the woods.  The wine he makes is passable, but it is nearly poison in the true sense of the word, not only in the poetic.  He heads into the tavern and asks for some wine, wanting to ease his mind before attending to his true purpose in the city.  "What have you got for the poor shepherd today, Horace?"

Aluzira finds her way through the tavern to the bar, she sees a lot of interesting people here tonight as she passes through.  Are you in need of any music tonight? she askes the barkeep.

Ulben does not walk into the tavern, he trips into the tavern, falling over as he gets to his feet he stumbles and trips until he falls into a seat at the table with Tarek and Fluin.  Once he regains himself he looks to the other two and says. "Sorry about that, lost my balance a little.  My name is Ulben, can I join you longer or should I go?"

Ulben is an average sized half elf, plain faced.  He wears common cloth, carries a bag with cooking supplies, and has a walking stick in his hand. (The walking stick is flavor for a quarter staff) 

"Feel free to stay." Fluin says with a friendly smile.  "Wouldn't want you to hurt the floor any more by trying to move any more.  Maybe an ale or two will fix that for you though."

“Yes, can I get Ulben some hair of the dog please?” Rowan says as she waves patiently to the barkeep. 

OOC: Ulben, would you want to be vaguely related? I was thinking like cousins?

Rowan then turns back to Fluin.

”Things have been off and on, as per usual. Although, the bog has gotten increasingly more dangerous of late”

Anakis loiters casually near the door but doesn't enter the tavern, after all, a teenage tiefling in the tavern is bound to bring some attention. But she listens intently and watches as the group of able adventurers seem to assemble at the bar.

"More strong people," she whispers to her mouse that is currently hidden up her sleeve. "I think they'll be good to follow. They definitely look like they might go out into the bogs." 

Rowena will turn and see Anakis, and wave her over.

”come sit over here with me young one” turning back to the bartender “she will have a warm drink please”

Anakis cautiously makes her way over to the bar and sits on the offered stool next to Rowena, but says nothing, just looks suspiciously between the drink put in front of her and Rowena.