Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a axe, but if one is not available he will default to his sword. He wears his auburn hair up. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with red lining and desert motifs. He carries a battered nunchaku and tarnished morningstar as well. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Aust isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Tanner mother left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 2700 sp. 4 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and he perpetually has his greatsword ready. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Aelar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 200 gp. 4 Acid flasks.

Description: Standing 6'2", this man prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of illithids

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Amber (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp).