Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a white shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 70. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. During his travels, Tharivol and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Tharivol discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Tharivol fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Insane, Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 6000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: Standing 4'10", this man wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has blue eyes and a white hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Naeris hails from a village terrorized by drow. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 7000 gp. White pearl (80 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A 4'11" western man, he wears a grey shirt with thin yellow vertical stripes and brown pants. He has blonde hair. 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 fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Through the years after Riardon was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Riardon's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Antagonistic, Insane. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Citrine (60 gp). Hematite (4 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Iolite (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.