Description: She is scrawny and has patchy golden stubble. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She has a hunchback. Her golden hair is wavy and long. She has blue eyes and a violet hat with a brown feather.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She has never given up on her music dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 150 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: This fat western woman has a bulbous nose and is typically in her Slave Trader uniform. Her skin is also unnaturally pale. Her golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. Her fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Bree was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Bree's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Slave Trader for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Scribe again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and carries tridents. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He hates goblins. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. The war was a terrible time for him, and Feldûsh does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: She has a missing right leg. She very much looks the part of a Glassblower. Her fur is brown and curly. Her amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: When she was but 8 years old her parents immigrated from the south. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Glassblower. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 500 sp.