Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and his gloved hand is found clutching a nunchaku. He has black hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Aramil wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Aramil was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Crown-heir work with an outfit from a few towns over. Crown-heir work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Disciplined, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Cook. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new cook responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it and is in decent physical shape. His auburn hair is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents were killed by orcs in a raid when he was still a young child. The orcs captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1300 gp. Solid gold idol (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Pink pearl (60 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are green.

Personality: Hadarai speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: Hadarai lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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 clean up the streets; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Guardian. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2000 gp. Jet (120 gp). Carnelian (50 gp).