Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, marred by sweets. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Riardon was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Riardon decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Koeth isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of goblins

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Immigrant, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is a Miller first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He got into the Miller business at a young age. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and balancing his hectic life and new miller responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 2100 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is a great chef.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 6000 sp. Moonstone (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has hazel eyes and a green hat with a tan feather.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Adventurer. 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: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Efferil was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has achieved small success as a Adventurer.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new adventurer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1700 gp. Gold music box (3000 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (20 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp).