Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born to a Mercenary, his father struggled to pay the bills. 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. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Finely wrought small gold bracelet (20 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (20 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (20 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a tan coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His golden hair is heavily combed to the right. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. 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 Brewer. He has achieved small success as a Brewer.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 400 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (180 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rael grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Carnelian (30 gp). Peridot (30 gp). White opal (1300 gp).