Description: She tends to wear a tan poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. Her silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.

History: Virra was born with her mother's beautiful face. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Virra took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor she uses now. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Virra fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, In love, Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. Her cinnamon fur is knotted and matted. Her blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dagger fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Lazy, PTSD. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a nunchaku, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His red fur is long and unkept. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He got into the Mayor business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mayor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mayor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Standing 3'2", this woman wears long strands of amethyst and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Her white hair is well kept. Her hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She disdains her fellow northerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the north were limited. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 20 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.