Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His black hair is long and unkept. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in a small mountains village. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Weaver work with an outfit from a few towns over. Weaver work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has achieved small success as a Weaver.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 gp. A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (50 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1700 gp).

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He is physically well-built. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small red clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Caeldrim alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and elven compassion

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Hedonist. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 3100 gp. Malachite (16 gp). Star ruby (700 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His red hair is singed and shortened. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Laborer profession.

History: Born in the west to a Soapmaker, Raer learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Soapmaker for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 60 pp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (80 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (800 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (800 gp).

Description: He wears baggy white pantaloons and a green scarf. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Miller. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Miller.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 2400 gp. Malachite (6 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a black scarf. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Justice, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Banded agate (12 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp).