Description: She wears a black cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. She is physically well-built. Her golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. She has a dull look in her blue eyes.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She has all her life been fascinated with painting.

History: Born in the north to a Ploughman, Grai learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Ploughman for hire.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. She carries with her a set of rapiers, each one with a opal on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. Her blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She got into the Miner business at a young age. Through the years after Reeza was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Reeza's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She's also a talented Armorer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: This man wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his left hand. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When Oloric reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a Barrister, his father struggled to pay the bills. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Darrow fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Banded mail.