Description: He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears a mask on his face.

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. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1200 gp. Black opal (1000 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'1" eastern man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. A true patriot, Thervan would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Miner. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Zircon (20 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp).

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His tied-back hair is white. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born in the east to a Shipwright, Enialis learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Shipwright and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Shipwright and was forced into it by his family; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Bonds: Attractive, Family, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and black handkerchief worn on his left side. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Erevan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Religious, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 60 pp. Aquamarine (1500 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Golden pearl (70 gp). Hematite (14 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his bow. His white hair is heavily combed to the left. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Bricklayer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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: He has money and likes to spend it; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 330 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.