Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is cut close to his head. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 200 pp. Malachite (15 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Banded agate (15 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Black opal (1500 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp).

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze, and he perpetually has his ceremonial dagger ready. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born into a rich family. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 100 pp. Old masterpiece painting (700 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (20 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Aramil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 2000 gp. Obsidian (16 gp). Chrysoberyl (160 gp). Rose (80 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp).