Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 41. 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. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Dreali was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat, and carries flails. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. He has green eyes.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. 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 was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rolen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 700 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (110 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp).

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 800 gp. Alexandrite (400 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He has amber eyes and a grey hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born in the west. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Flaws: Secretive, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1700 gp. Jade (80 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). Red garnet (80 gp). Coral (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He carries with him a set of longswords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Efferil was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He worked as a nervous Healer and found it very stressful. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Doctor they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Healer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 10000 cp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.