Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a black shirt, with a brown mid length skirt with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She has dedicated herself to building a better world.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: This woman likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her gold crest is thinning but still full. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. The war was a terrible time for her, and Arava does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. When Arava reached her early adolescence her Dragonborn father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Tourmaline (60 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears skinny pants and wears a grey and white robe with the hood down. He has wavy golden hair. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Brottor grew up listening to his mother's many stories. After coming to the age of reason, Brottor took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and revenge

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of scythes, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His silver hair is still thick. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 sp. Obsidian (7 gp).