Description: This northern man wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. His clothes are grease stained in places. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: Berrian speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Berrian was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Scribe. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1200 gp. Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Banded agate (15 gp). Jet (70 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a dagger on his belt. His hair is short and silver. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born in a small island village. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. After a long history of fighting, Raer and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Moss agate (12 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Tharivol was born with his father's beautiful face. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Doctor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Doctor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Tharivol was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Job, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 pp. Violet garnet (200 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Black star sapphire (1500 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Golden pearl (100 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

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. 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 110 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears bulky pastel painted plate armor. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Dayereth wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born into a rich family. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1000 gp.