Description: This southern man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His clothes are grease stained in places. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Beiro was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Masseuse. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's in love

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears professional attire. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has wavy blonde hair. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Chalcedony (60 gp). Jade (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Tharivol abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright white and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lamlis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Has a crush. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.