Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thervan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. After months of barely getting by, Thervan managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sounds elderly

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

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Optimist, Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 gp. Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Jet (40 gp). Sard (20 gp). Sard (20 gp). Rose (20 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Hematite (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a ceremonial dagger on his belt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Beiro's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He is portly but not overly obese. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Eiravel hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

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

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 5'0" and muscular, this western man very much looks the part of a Shipwright. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born in the west to a Shipwright, Naal learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Slurs words

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