Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He dresses like a well dressed Fletcher does, and his gloved hand is found clutching a flail. His white hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Theriatis will drive conversation. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of goblins may trigger it at times.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When Theriatis reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fletcher.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away; and he wants revenge against goblins

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Poor, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 2600 sp. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears an entirely white suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. He has blue eyes and a white hat with a brown feather.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he has a crush on the local laborer

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Greedy. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1700 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Silver ewer (40 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (150 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a violet coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are hazel 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 Gnome in existence. He is a great chef.

History: Igden was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. After coming to the age of reason, Igden took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and a strong sense of loyalty to gnomish people

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1000 cp. 3 Smokesticks.

Description: He stands about 4'9" and wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Dayereth took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 gp.