Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Caeldrim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north to a Marshal, Caeldrim learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look and is in decent physical shape. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has violet eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 900 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (900 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (3000 gp). Gold music box (3000 gp). Gold music box (3000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe, marred by chocolates. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Laborer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Red garnet (160 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). White opal (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'3" and is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Berrian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Berrian grew up listening to his father's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Passionate, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Nim speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Nim took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.