Description: He usually wears his grey robe and has his bastard sword always slung over his shoulder, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. His blonde hair is cut short. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. 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.

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 3000 gp. Violet garnet (1100 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his greatsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, marred by beers. His silver hair is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. During his travels, Efferil and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Efferil discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Efferil fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is greedy; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 700 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (20 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (20 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1100 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull tan iron scale mail. He has a hunchback. His hair is long and red with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born in the west to a Interpreter, Paelias learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and doesn't want to be a interpreter and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Blue diamond (2000 gp). Fire opal (700 gp). Amethyst (150 gp). Blue star sapphire (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.