Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Varis wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Sardonyx (30 gp). Rose (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp).

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. He carries a battered sword and tarnished quarterstaff as well. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: This man loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. 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: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1400 gp. Alexandrite (1600 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Rich purple corundum (500 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Amber (150 gp). Black opal (500 gp).

Description: He is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. He carries with him a set of clubs, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Caeldrim grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Caeldrim was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 6000 sp. Alexandrite (1400 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Amber (50 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). 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 tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has no hair. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He takes great joy in being the best Navigator in town.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Beiro grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 2200 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp).

Description: He wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times. He has moderate length blonde hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His childhood dream was to be a Seamstress, but he was a colossal failure. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 9 years.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.