Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Theriatis was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Theriatis decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. 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. Theriatis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Opinionated, Entrepeneur, Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a white coat with brown slacks. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in the east to a Server, Nordak learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Server for hire.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He very much looks the part of a Dilettante. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has gray eyes and a brown hat with a grey feather.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. Mord is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He struck the Dilettante job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Slave, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1400 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp).

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He has shaved his head bald. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Bertram fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 400 gp.