Description: She wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. She carries with her a set of longbows, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Sporting a chestnut mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thiala will drive conversation. 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, Thiala is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Justice. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 380 gp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: 6'7" and muscular, this western man wears a green small hat and green clothes. He has dyed his greying bronze crest a little too much giving a sharp bronze color. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. A true patriot, Quarethon would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Quarethon was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, 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 Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When Quarethon reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn father 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 390 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She wears tattered old clothes. She carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished club as well. She has wavy red hair. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Trym fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 100 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears dull white sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed club, just in case. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Hunter.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 110 gp.