Description: This man is very fat, and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a Sculptor, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Nim took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Pink diamond (5000 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Rose (40 gp). Black opal (1200 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a pickaxe, but if one is not available he will default to his longbow. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. The war was a terrible time for him, and Quarion does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and elven compassion

Flaws: Insane, Racist, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'0". He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. He wears an eyepatch.

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 also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. 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. 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. Ahvain fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 200 pp.