Description: He is lean but muscular and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep red leather and dull black iron scale mail. His blonde hair is braided into rings. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Dreali isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dreali does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Dreali was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed, PTSD. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 700 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Quarion took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Family. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Hematite (5 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Amethyst (140 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Star ruby (500 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Malachite (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and violet, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. A gifted student he started as a Bellfounder, but he got bored and became a Bather. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black pearl (1200 gp). Azurite (6 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp).

Description: He wears dull black sweaters, loose red pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed warhammer, just in case. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Adran was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Iolite (60 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Coral (80 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Berrian speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Hunter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He found a children's book about a Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. During his travels, Berrian and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Berrian discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Berrian fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.