Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and carries shortspears. With bright brown hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Halimath abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortspear.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries with him a set of clubs on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 5000 gp. Emerald (500 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Star ruby (500 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'3" and wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Dreali embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Deep green spinel (120 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Fire opal (900 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Medium magic item.