Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Theriatis liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theriatis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 15000 sp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (700 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a dagger on his belt. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly daggers and longbows. He has shaved his head bald. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jet (120 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Jasper (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Red garnet (120 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Tourmaline (120 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Sard (30 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a blue shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Lucan was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: He dresses in violet turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with black slacks. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Theriatis isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Theriatis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Tourmaline (140 gp). Jade (140 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Eye agate (9 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Sard (80 gp). Deep green spinel (140 gp).

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He carries with him a set of daggers on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ivellios isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ivellios grew up listening to his father's many stories. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He struck the Servant job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 140 pp. A delicate brass dragon egg (80 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).