Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. His hair is cut close to his head. His ears are large.

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 is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Gifted from a young age, Naill studied abroad. Naill was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 2000 gp. Citrine (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses like a well dressed Butcher does. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Naal was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Butcher. He's also a talented Ploughman, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Selfish. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2000 gp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1800 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1800 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1100 gp).

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. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Thervan was born with his mother's beautiful face. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.