Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

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. 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. 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. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 2000 gp. Violet garnet (800 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Sard (20 gp). Citrine (20 gp). White pearl (140 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp).

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is long and golden with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Thervan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Sensitive, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 pp. Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp).

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. He has green eyes and a blue hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Soveliss fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.