Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has golden hair. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Dayereth hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Dayereth was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 500 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (30 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born in the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 4000 gp. Freshwater pearl (14 gp).

Description: He usually wears his green robe and has his monstrous two handed axe always slung over his shoulder. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dayereth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Cook

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Chrysoprase (80 gp). Coral (160 gp). Citrine (80 gp).