Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He is renowned for his bright black suits and hats, marred by chocolates. He has wavy red hair. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Justice, Artistic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 300 pp. White opal (700 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). Blue-white diamond (5000 gp). Star ruby (700 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Rose (80 gp).

Description: This man wears a simple brown robe with tan stripes complete with hood. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He tends to his Adventurer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 2400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He carries with him a set of longswords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has no hair. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ahvain fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull red iron scale mail. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly spears and crossbows. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born in the west. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Berrian's homeland. Berrian decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (80 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'8" and wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His childhood dream was to be a Bookbinder, but he was a colossal failure. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Painter for hire.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 5000 sp. Tourmaline (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.