Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Fivin's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. 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: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a black collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is short and red. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mortician born in the past three hundred years. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born into a rich family. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He tends to his Mortician job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Rich, In love. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1300 pp. Black pearl (1400 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Fire opal (1500 gp). Golden pearl (70 gp). Pink pearl (70 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Jasper (40 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Amethyst (70 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Amber (70 gp). Red garnet (70 gp). Jasper (40 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. His hair is long and golden with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Beiro's homeland. Beiro decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. 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: To share knowledge with the world; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a red coat with brown slacks. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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: Carrie was born with his father's beautiful face. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp). Silver ewer (40 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is wearing a long, green cloak. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Selfish, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1100 gp.