Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing a tight blue one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. 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: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 12000 sp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and is pretty ugly. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 700 pp. Chalcedony (40 gp). Blue star sapphire (1500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is dressed in earthy colors with a red and grey handkerchief worn on his left side. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dayereth does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Dayereth was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When Dayereth reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 4000 gp.