Description: This man is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Server. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Server. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Bonds: Job, Slave, Nature, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He prefers to wear red pants and tee shirts. He is an epitome of beauty. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed red hat.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: PTSD, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Aelar grew up listening to his mother's many stories. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His hair is short and auburn. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. 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, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Passionate, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are hazel.

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 is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Ruler.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1500 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.