Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), marred by chocolates. His brown hair is braided into rings. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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, Aelar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Aelar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 8000 sp. Violet garnet (900 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a blue wide-brimmed hat and blue clothes. His auburn hair is lengthy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He comes from a rich western family. 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 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: He's looking for his big break; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Old masterpiece painting (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and he perpetually has his sickle ready. He has black hair. His ears are large.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears green trousers with brown and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His ears are large.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1200 gp. Bloodstone (50 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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

History: Adran was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Baker work with an outfit from a few towns over. Baker work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Joker, Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.