Description: He wears a white cloak and cross-gartered red stockings. He carries with him a set of crossbows, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 3000 gp. Red garnet (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'3" and muscular, this northern man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His black hair is singed and shortened. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. Pink pearl (100 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Blue sapphire (500 gp). Red-brown spinel (100 gp). Hematite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Himo liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He's also a talented Knight, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.