Description: This malnourished man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 west. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 19000 sp. Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Red spinel (70 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his blonde hair down. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is a Assassin first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Assassin for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 200 pp. Chalcedony (80 gp). Chrysoberyl (150 gp). Star ruby (400 gp). Black opal (400 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). Chrysoberyl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Paelias was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1700 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (40 gp).