Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a red coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. 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. Caeldrim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive, Forgetful. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1000 gp. Red-brown spinel (140 gp). Azurite (15 gp).

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his spear, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Quarion was born the youngest of three triplets. Quarion was born on a far northern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Fletcher. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and doesn't want to be a fletcher and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist, Athletic. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Amethyst (70 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). Sard (20 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Detective hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 4000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (800 gp).