Description: This man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on his left hand. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Guard arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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: He is greedy; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 4000 gp. Red garnet (80 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Tourmaline (80 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp).

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has moderate length brown hair. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Vanuath isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carnelian (20 gp).

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull white iron scale mail. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Through the years after Fivin was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Fivin's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Amethyst (110 gp).