Description: He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his dagger, and he perpetually has his dagger ready. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears bulky black painted plate armor. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes goblins are coming to abduct people. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel 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 revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Server

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 pp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp).

Description: He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a black coat with tan slacks. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 45. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insane, Insomniac, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sardonyx (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Jade (160 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Coral (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.