Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Riardon was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He struck the Scribe job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 400 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (50 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (50 gp).

Description: With red face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he usually wears his grey robe and has his bastard sword always slung over his shoulder. His head has been shaved. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 3000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'10". He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, violet shirt, and brown tie, and his gloved hand is found clutching a nunchaku. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His green eyes peer out from beneath his top black hat.

Personality: Aelar is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. 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 now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Bonds: Mentor, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 2000 gp.