Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. His chestnut hair is still thick. This gray eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. The war was a terrible time for him, and Lucan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a Sage, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When Lucan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he dresses like a well dressed Mercenary does. His white hair is knotted and matted. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Dreali took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Mercenary like his father before him.

Motivation: To be a Sculptor again.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 pp. Jet (90 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Rose (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born into a rich family. 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 left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Flaws: Insane, Selfish, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp). Silver ewer (70 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (70 gp).