Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He is physically well-built. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Dreali was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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 is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is chestnut and curly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Himo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Tourmaline (100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: 5'4" and muscular, this southern man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To protect his home; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 3000 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (110 gp). Jeweled gold crown (4000 gp). Silver ewer (20 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (110 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.