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 wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His silver hair is cut short. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Berrian hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. 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, Berrian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. 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. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 900 gp. Banded agate (13 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Pink pearl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He likes to wear black tank tops with green pants. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 300 gp. Jet (120 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. He carries with him a set of nunchakus on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. His tied-back hair is black. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Varis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Lazy. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears long strands of ruby and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

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. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Tharivol was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a green shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. He has amber eyes and a green hat with a red feather.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born into a rich family. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Hedonist, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 900 gp.