Description: He likes to wear tan tank tops with white pants. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly quarterstaffs and falchions. His blonde hair is still thick. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Caeldrim was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His mother, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1000 cp. Red spinel (140 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Râsh wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Râsh was born with his father's beautiful face. After coming to the age of reason, Râsh took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 80 gp. Blue quartz (6 gp).

Description: Standing 4'3", this woman wears a simple brown robe with grey stripes complete with hood. Her silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Ovina was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is her passion.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and carries sais. Her long brown fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: Born to a Shipwright, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Trail fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.