Description: A 5'3" western man, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His tied-back hair is auburn. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Varis isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

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 parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. 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: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a simple violet robe with tan stripes complete with hood. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has shaved his head bald. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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: He comes from a rich western family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 80000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'9" when asserting himself. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his top violet hat.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 11000 sp. A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (10 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (80 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1400 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (80 gp).

Description: He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered violet stockings, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Theriatis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 70 pp.