Description: He wears a blue vest and prefers white and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

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. 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. Gennal took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This light-skinned male wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His brown hair is still thick. He is baby faced.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. He carries with him a set of lances, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born in the north. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. After a long history of fighting, Naal and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 400 pp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2200 gp).