Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hand crossbow. His silver hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: Thervan wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Wizard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, orcs burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying west to reunite his family. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 100 pp. Alexandrite (500 gp). Azurite (14 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 5'3". He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Quarion alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Depressed, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Sellsword. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: Thamior hails from a village terrorized by drow. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and to be a brewer again

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.