Description: 5'5" and muscular, this northern man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the right. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Priest arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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 greedy; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2000 gp. A small bag of saffron. (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Eiravel lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 300 pp. Alexandrite (300 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). Rich purple corundum (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a white tunic with black highlights, and long violet pants that bunch up around his shoes. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mason work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mason work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has worked as a Mason like his father before him.

Motivation: To be a Priest again; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 3000 gp.