Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his shortspear. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Tourmaline (60 gp). Jade (60 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Sard (20 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a black and red handkerchief worn on his left side. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears his blonde hair up. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 88. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Chrysoberyl (70 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Pink pearl (70 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Azurite (7 gp).

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born into a rich family. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Eiravel was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 pp. Fire opal (800 gp). Moss agate (9 gp).