Description: This man wears a black collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His silver hair is cut short. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Passionate, Joker. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 4000 gp. A silver and pearl hairclip (10 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His hair is auburn and curly. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Sage. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He struck the Sage job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and balancing his hectic life and new sage responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Slave. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 3000 gp. Aquamarine (300 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). White opal (1300 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Red spinel (110 gp). Red spinel (110 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Banded agate (5 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). Jacinth (3000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Ahvain 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. Ahvain abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2200 gp. Fire opal (500 gp). Sard (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Moonstone (20 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp).

Description: He dresses well, wearing red shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries with him a set of axes on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. 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. Enialis 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; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a grey vest and prefers green and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is long and black with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. 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 likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Ivellios took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new tanner responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1600 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (180 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2200 gp). Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp).