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 chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 200 pp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and he perpetually has his longbow ready. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Tharivol has worked very hard to control his curse. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 pp. Iolite (40 gp). Amethyst (70 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shield. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born in the south. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.