Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a simple white robe with tan stripes complete with hood. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Quarion's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He bought a lance and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Silver pearl (40 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his falchion with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Naeris 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. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 10000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Black star sapphire (800 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He tends to wear a large brown jacket. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker brown hat.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born in the south. He worked as a nervous Jeweler and found it very stressful. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He's in love; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Immigrant, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: This man wears tattered old clothes. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his right hand. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Berrian will drive conversation. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Extrovert, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a violet suit, grey shirt, and white tie. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. Through the years after Dayereth was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Dayereth's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.