Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

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. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Lucan was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Emotional, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Pink pearl (50 gp). Jade (50 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Amber (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Banded agate (6 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His white hair is singed and shortened. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He uses divination through singing.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear yellow clothing when he does not wear armor. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his top yellow hat.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. 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: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, In love. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 13000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a hunchback. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in the north to a Sage, Rolen learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He now owns his own business.

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

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black pearl (1000 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Azurite (13 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Blue diamond (5000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his spear with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Galinndan was born the youngest of three triplets. Galinndan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: 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; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Shy, Forgetful. Bonds: Family, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.