Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His red hair is long and unkept. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Raer isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This malnourished man sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is short and brown. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Naal took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to protect his home

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears skinny pants and wears a black and grey robe with the hood down. He wears his auburn hair down. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Quarion hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He's also a talented Merchant, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he has a crush on the local merchant

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.