Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

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 font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Ivellios liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a sai on his belt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sai. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. In his youth he was a Sellsword, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2500 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he usually wears his black robe and has his bow always slung over his shoulder. His hair is short and blonde. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Efferil was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Knight hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Black star sapphire (1500 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). Amethyst (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat and is in decent physical shape. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He struck the Sellsword job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Apothecary again; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Military, Slave. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Logical, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.