Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His white hair is lengthy. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 pp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (60 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 5'4" western man, he wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born in a small desert village. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Religious, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 18000 sp. Chalcedony (30 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Blue star sapphire (1300 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). White pearl (130 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp. Star ruby (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.