Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is a Masseuse first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He became a Masseuse soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a junk dealer again

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 80000 cp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is chestnut and curly. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away; and doesn't want to be a hunter and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Racist, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 4000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2100 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2600 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2100 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (10 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He carries with him a set of axes on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He wears a colorful flower in his black hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mindartis 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 is greedy

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Violet garnet (600 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Coral (80 gp). White opal (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a yellow shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and green pants. He has white hair. This gray eyed northerner 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 is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Caeldrim hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A freak accident while working with his Ploughman father left him crippled. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.