Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a greatsword on his belt. He has wavy brown hair. He has blue eyes and a brown hat with a black feather.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. 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. Efferil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He bought a greatsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 1000 gp. Red garnet (150 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tattered old clothes. His tied-back hair is red. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Deep green spinel (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, he is not a threatening figure. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 pp. Violet garnet (600 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp). Jet (100 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp).