Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'11" and is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 pp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp).

Description: 4'7" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears dull yellow sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longsword, just in case. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Efferil was born with his father's beautiful face. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Efferil 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.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep green spinel (130 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Brown diamond (2000 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1600 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Amber (130 gp). Jade (130 gp).

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Thamior embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Thamior reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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's repulsed by the PC; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 200 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.