Description: This malnourished man wears a black collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in the west to a Crown-heir, Erevan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 has achieved small success as a Crown-heir.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2000 gp. Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp). Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Through the years after Adran was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Adran's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is an epitome of beauty. His tied-back hair is auburn. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Berrian is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His auburn hair is cut short. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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 born at the edge of vast mountains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He bought a bow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his violet robe. His head has been shaved. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Ivellios was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 900 gp.