Description: Standing 5'4", this woman usually wears her tan robe and has her monstrous two handed axe always slung over her shoulder. She has no hair. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Herbalist business.

History: Valanthe was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. She found a children's book about a Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears a violet vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her violet boots flare out at the collars. Her hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. Her eyes are amber and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 10000 cp. Coral (140 gp).

Description: She is a mite stocky and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her brown hair is well kept. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. One day when Tordrid was young, her father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly her father dropped to the ground dead. Her father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Tordrid was heart-stricken from the event, and her mother started working long hours to provde for them. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Addict, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has brass crest. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of gnolls once and for all.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Pijjirik grew up listening to his father's many stories. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.