Description: He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. He carries a battered monstrous two handed axe and tarnished nunchaku as well. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Berrian was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian 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; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is golden and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Eiravel is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Eiravel was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Layabout hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed, Forgetful, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Amber (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Rose (70 gp). Black star sapphire (500 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears skinny pants and wears a red and brown robe with the hood down. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Vanuath was raised in a hard working conservative environment. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 200 pp. Deep green spinel (40 gp). Black opal (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.