Description: He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Eiravel lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Eiravel has worked very hard to control his curse. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Forgetful, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 pp. Alexandrite (600 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Rhodochrosite (14 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). Amber (70 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a sickle on his belt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. He wears his blonde hair up. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born into a rich family. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Caeldrim 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; and elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 900 pp. Zircon (50 gp). Rose (50 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair is short and chestnut. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 22000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Silver pearl (40 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Rose (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.