Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Gennal will drive conversation. 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: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2800 gp. Hematite (8 gp). Coral (70 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Jade (70 gp). Iolite (60 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears tattered old clothes. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in the south to a Bookbinder, Halimath learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He's also a talented Stylist, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and balancing his hectic life and new bookbinder responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 500 gp. Hematite (16 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a brown collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. 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: Gifted from a young age, Lucan studied abroad. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a scythe on his belt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Dreali took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. 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. Dreali fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Nature, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (600 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and dresses like a well dressed Weaver does. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Weaver. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.