Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a green and violet robe with the hood down, and he perpetually has his kukri ready. His hair is short and brown. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Nutae was born with his mother's beautiful face. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nutae fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1000 gp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. The war was a terrible time for him, and Paelias does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Paelias 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tharivol isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. 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 western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 pp.