Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants, and his gloved hand is found clutching a kukri. He has moderate length black hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

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 is obsessed with his god.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1800 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1800 gp). Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (60 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a brown collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He carries with him a set of longswords, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1900 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Solid gold idol (900 gp).

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 83. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: The child of a Guard, who enjoyed hunting, Tharivol was taken on many hunting expeditions. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He's also a talented Guard, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 9000 sp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tan shirt with thin green vertical stripes and brown pants. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: This dark-skinned male is typically in his Architect uniform. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His white hair is thinning but still full. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He got into the Architect business at a young age. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. 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 find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Joker, Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 6000 sp.