Description: A 3'1" western woman, she wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. She has moderate length silver hair. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are brown.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by illithids. Ellywick was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud.

Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her crest is cut close to her head. Her eyes are gold.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Daar isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the north. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears a tan vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her violet leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her tan boots flare out at the collars. With bright black hair. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Bimpnottin took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor she uses now. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 140 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp). 6 Acid flasks.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her hair is black and curly. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Robbie fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 4000 cp. Red-brown spinel (60 gp). 1 Banded mail.