Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Hunter for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black pearl (1300 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Coral (150 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He usually wears his grey robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Enialis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and elven compassion

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver pearl (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Citrine (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a black armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 pp. Eye agate (6 gp). Black star sapphire (500 gp).