Description: This northern man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 40. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Ostracized due to the druidic 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 has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 5000 gp. Moss agate (7 gp). Red spinel (70 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp). Tourmaline (70 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a tan coat with grey slacks. He has a very tight haircut. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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 in the west. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, brigands burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying west to reunite his family. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (1100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp).

Description: This man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his warhammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eiravel grew up listening to his father's many stories. Eiravel abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He's also a talented Stylist, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Disciplined, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.