Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, marred by beers. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 100 pp. Sard (40 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has auburn hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. 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: Varis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Varis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Eye agate (9 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Silver pearl (90 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Jade (90 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (700 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. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants, and carries kukris. He is bald on top and has large blonde tufts of hair around his ears. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: The child of a Weaver, who enjoyed hunting, Ahvain was taken on many hunting expeditions. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Ahvain grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Ahvain. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (50 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (50 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (140 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (50 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with grey slacks. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Seamstress arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His childhood dream was to be a Server, but he was a colossal failure. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears black trousers with blue and red striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. 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: Aramil was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To be a Miner again.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (3000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (30 gp). Silver ewer (20 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (3000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 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.