Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'4" and wears black trousers with brown and grey striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Caeldrim speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. 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 raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Navigator arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His bronze crest is knotted and matted. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His parents enrolled him in a Monk school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. 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: He's repulsed by the PC; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 2800 sp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, black shirt, and yellow tie. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born in the north. 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. Folgûm took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Unemployed for the past few years.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Bonds: Nature, In love, Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'11" when asserting himself. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Clerebold isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He tends to his Sellsword job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Chrysoprase (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He has a large pastel mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe. His tied-back hair is brown. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Shepherd who has hired him part-time. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Ûkbûk was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Beggar. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 sp.