Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears professional attire. He is an epitome of beauty. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born in a small desert village. 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 has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1100 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Old masterpiece painting (400 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (400 gp). Jeweled gold crown (4000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a violet coat. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Riardon was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 pp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. His hair is auburn and curly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Weaver but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Ivellios 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 mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Ivellios was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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 wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Joker, Pacifist. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 4000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp).