Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. His auburn hair is still thick. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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's repulsed by the PC; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 200 pp. Rose (20 gp). Black star sapphire (600 gp). Deep green spinel (100 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he likes to wear violet tank tops with brown pants. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Miller but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and elven compassion

Ideals: Pacifist, Logical. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 pp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (20 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1400 gp). Solid gold idol (500 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (20 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (3000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a blue shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Traki wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Wizard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born in a small desert village. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a spear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 200 pp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1100 gp).