Description: A middle-aged man, he wears brown trousers with black and green striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, and is pretty ugly. He wears his black hair down. He has amber eyes and a brown hat with a black feather.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Ploughman profession.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and green handkerchief worn on his right side. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (70 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he prefers to wear flannel. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Tharivol was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He's in love; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

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