Description: A 5'0" eastern man, he wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a monstrous two handed axe, but if one is not available he will default to his pickaxe. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

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 takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the east to a Scribe, Paelias learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A freak accident while working with his Beggar father left him crippled. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 23000 sp. A delicate brass dragon egg (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, giants burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying north to reunite his family. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Paelias was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 3000 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1400 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp). A small bag of saffron. (40 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (60 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 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.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His silver hair is still thick. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Military, Nature, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He is baby faced.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A gifted student he started as a Adventurer, but he got bored and became a Mortician. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears his silver hair up. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 gp.