Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thamior isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Thamior liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 70 pp. Chrysoberyl (70 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

History: He was born in a small island village. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. Bloodstone (30 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Deep green spinel (120 gp). Onyx (30 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has a tattooed face.

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 is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Crown-heir arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 3000 sp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2100 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with grey colored cloaks and clothing, he is not a threatening figure. His black hair is singed and shortened. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Sage. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Vondal was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sage work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sage work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sage responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 130 gp.