Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a blue shirt with thin tan vertical stripes and green pants. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Paelias reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Jet (40 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Revenge; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (130 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (130 gp). Jeweled gold crown (8000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (8000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dreali grew up listening to his father's many stories. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Old masterpiece painting (800 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (800 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp).