Description: He usually wears his tan robe and has his pickaxe always slung over his shoulder, and he perpetually has his pickaxe ready. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a Shepherd first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born in the south to a Shepherd, Aramil learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A freak accident while working with his Spice Merchant father left him crippled. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1900 gp). Solid gold idol (1200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he usually wears his brown robe and has his monstrous two handed axe always slung over his shoulder. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Rael was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Brewer. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he has a crush on the local hunter

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 300 pp.

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 white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Vanuath isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Vanuath 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; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 4000 gp.