Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is chestnut and very short. He has gray eyes and a white hat with a black feather.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 6000 sp. Azurite (4 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy golden stubble. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has a hunchback. His hair is long and golden with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born to a Mortician, his father struggled to pay the bills. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 5000 gp. Chalcedony (30 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp). Black star sapphire (500 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Chrysoberyl (50 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). Hematite (7 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a yellow tunic with green highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He got into the Dilettante business at a young age. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Naill alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Dilettante.

Motivation: To be a Ploughman again; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Shy, Greedy. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.