Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with green colored cloaks and clothing. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. He has green eyes.

Personality: Naill is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

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. When Naill reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Being a Bounty Hunter kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 pp. Citrine (50 gp). Jasper (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. 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: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1100 gp. Red spinel (50 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Black opal (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak, marred by sweets. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family, Nature. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1200 gp. Amber (50 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Sard (30 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has silver hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Eiravel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 4000 sp. Black pearl (1100 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with grey colored cloaks and clothing, marred by teas. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Bowyer again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.