Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a violet vest and prefers grey and tan shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Lucan 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. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (80 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (100 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. He has a hunchback. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. In his 20th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. 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: Doesn't want to be a Mayor and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a Mercenary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Fivin lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. Jeweled gold crown (6000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.