Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Eiravel was born with his father's beautiful face. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Guard.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 90 gp. Amber (120 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He is physically well-built. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Slave, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a kukri, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He sports a flattop hair cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 280 gp. Solid gold idol (300 gp). 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a ceremonial dagger on his belt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. 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 to a Architect, his father struggled to pay the bills. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2000 cp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He prefers to wear flannel. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Orsik took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1400 sp.