Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a tan costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He likes to wear white tank tops with grey pants, and he perpetually has his shortspear ready. His auburn hair is still thick. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 north. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with green slacks. He carries with him a set of pickaxes on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Snagog was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He became a Knight soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a tight fitting green shirt and pants. His long bronze crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Mayor. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mayor.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.