Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'1". He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it, and his gloved hand is found clutching a crossbow. His tied-back hair is golden. He wears a mask on his face.

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. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When Efferil 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 now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 pp. Hematite (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. After a long history of fighting, Thervan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Pink pearl (130 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp).

Description: A 5'2" western man, he wears a tan costume with the symbols of the sun god on his torso. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. He has amber eyes and a tan hat with a green feather.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Paelias was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 south. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Family, Job, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Emerald (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.