Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He has wavy red hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Erevan was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. Aquamarine (400 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Azurite (10 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a pastel coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Fighting. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars, and his gloved hand is found clutching a monstrous two handed axe. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ahvain grew up listening to his father's many stories. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.