Description: She is a pot bellied western woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears an entirely brown suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. She has dyed her greying lavender fur a little too much giving a sharp lavender color. Her eyes are likewise copper. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: Flask was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. During her travels, Flask and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Flask discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Flask fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: She wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and carries kukris. Her black hair is cut short. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Nurkara is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Nurkara was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the east, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the east for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way south. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: She is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. She wears a tan tunic with pastel highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around her shoes. She has a hunchback. Her hair is long and brown with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small tan clips. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: When she was but 4 years old her parents immigrated from the north. She has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a glaive, but if one is not available he will default to his lance. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A gifted student he started as a Mortician, but he got bored and became a Barkeep. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Banded mail.