Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, marred by chocolates. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a Mayor first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Tharivol was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mayor. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Mayor and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 4000 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (900 gp). Peridot (80 gp). White pearl (50 gp). Star ruby (900 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. When Naill reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 pp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He carries with him a set of swords on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His hair is short and black. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Thervan is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 2000 gp. Chrysoprase (40 gp). Amethyst (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.