Description: 5'1" and muscular, this eastern man wears a grey shirt, with a violet mid length shorts with violet tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Laucian isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Laucian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Through the years after Thervan was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Thervan's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 700 pp. Rhodochrosite (14 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Scribe who has hired him part-time. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Fivin was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He struck the Scribe job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He's in love; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Military, Nature, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1000 gp. Blue sapphire (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.