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 brass crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are red and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 30 pp. Pink pearl (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in a clean red cloak covering his clean studded leather. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His ears are large.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, black shirt, and tan tie, and carries greataxes. He has moderate length silver hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tûmûg isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she prefers to wear flannel. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive, Insane. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.