Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is dressed in a clean pastel cloak covering his clean studded leather. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Tharivol 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

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 has the majority of his body covered in plate. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

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. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Hematite (15 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Banded agate (15 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears skinny pants and wears a white and tan robe with the hood down. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: The child of a Bather, who enjoyed hunting, Adran was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Adran took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 4000 gp.