Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. This blue eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic, Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 500 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and black handkerchief worn on his left side. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his hammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. His addictions have taken their toll on his wallet, and he has found himself with a great deal of debt owed.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Debt. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 500 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (50 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is long and golden with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Thamior reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Secretive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'3" and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortspear with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a very tight haircut. He is baby faced.

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 is an amazing painter.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Vanuath's homeland. Vanuath decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

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

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. He is physically well-built. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Gifted from a young age, Rael studied abroad. He took after his mother in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his mother taught him to defend himself. When his mother died while fighting drow, the young Rael began to lead the lost caravan. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1700 gp.