Description: He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. At a young age his mother died while driving off some giants. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in glaive use. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a fancy black suit. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Gifted from a young age, Quarion studied abroad. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and to be a unemployed again

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Rolen 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. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Blacksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 4000 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp).

Description: He dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries a battered bastard sword and tarnished sickle as well. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Enialis hails from a village terrorized by orcs. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 9000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1500 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (40 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1500 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a blue costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He wears his red hair up. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Dayereth was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Dayereth grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Dayereth. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Bowyer and was forced into it by his family; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1000 sp.