Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing yellow cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed, Selfish, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Red spinel (100 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sword. His golden hair is braided into rings. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 76. 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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Erevan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (50 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Azurite (13 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Sard (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is dressed in earthy colors with a green and brown handkerchief worn on his right side. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Quarion hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Quarion was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 4000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.