Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Armorer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Armorer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 3000 gp. A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (100 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (40 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1500 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'0" and is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has chestnut hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: Efferil was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bricklayer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Slave Trader, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 600 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with yellow lining and desert motifs. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 280 pp. Obsidian (15 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

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. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2200 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.