Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is brown and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Beiro is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His childhood dream was to be a Fletcher, but he was a colossal failure. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 gp. Red garnet (90 gp). Sard (60 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a blue collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. He is baby faced.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jeweled anklet (4000 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (80 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (80 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has moderate length blonde hair. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Galinndan took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He became a Mortician soon after.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Terse, Greedy. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 500 pp. Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Deep green spinel (160 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Rose (50 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.