Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in the west to a Armorer, Aust learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Ostracized due to the divine 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature glaive.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 600 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His tied-back hair is golden. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has moderate length silver hair. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 400 pp. A roughly beaten golden orb (120 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (120 gp). Gold music box (4000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp).