Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He carries with him a set of crossbows on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His hair is brown and very short. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Sage and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Family, Poor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Golden pearl (140 gp). White pearl (140 gp).

Description: He wears a blue collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He carries with him a set of clubs on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born in a small island village. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Thamior has worked very hard to control his curse. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair is blonde and curly. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Aelar was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to protect his home

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Guardian, Mentor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp).