Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, grey shirt, and black tie. His white hair is heavily combed to the right. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Moss agate (12 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Malachite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker black hat.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Efferil was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. 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 is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 800 pp. Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Jet (160 gp). Rose (60 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a tan coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His tied-back hair is golden. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Caeldrim has worked very hard to control his curse. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1200 pp. Malachite (4 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Rose (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Fire opal (1000 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). 1 Medium magic item.