Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears suspenders and green workpants. Her shirt is yellow, and she wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. Her crest is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of drow once and for all.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by drow. Gilkass was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: She is greedy.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A 5'6" northern man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Oriax is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Oriax took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries a battered shield and tarnished quarterstaff as well. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. 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. Korfel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 140 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.