Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. He wears his silver hair up. He wears an eyepatch.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Eiravel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Poor. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Azurite (6 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp).

Description: 4'9" and muscular, this northern man wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He has worked as a Miller like his mother before him.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 800 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Aramil isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: The child of a Body Guard, who enjoyed hunting, Aramil was taken on many hunting expeditions. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature longbow.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Peridot (40 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.