Description: He is lean but muscular and prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He bought a shortbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Apothecary; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (90 gp).

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. He is portly but not overly obese. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. A true patriot, Tharivol would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When Tharivol reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 900 pp. Emerald (1300 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Onyx (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, and he perpetually has his club ready. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Uthemar alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 2000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp).