Description: Standing 6'0", this woman wears dull black sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed hammer, just in case. She has styled her silver hair well, parting it to the left. She has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Fistula was born the youngest of three triplets. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To pay off her debts; and regain custody of her son

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Debt. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'6" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. Her hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. Her gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: She was raised in a desert tribe. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Scribe. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and to unite with her sister

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Nature, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp. Chrysoprase (40 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. He carries with him a set of bastard swords, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is short and golden. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Tûgog was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Bard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Tûgog fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She has bronze crest. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Dragonborns in Savaran's homeland. Savaran decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.