Description: This woman stands a little under 6'5" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her brown fur is heavily combed to the right. She has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: This woman loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She was born into a rich family. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature crossbow.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. Her brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. A freak accident while working with her Farmer mother left her crippled. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Farmer; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Gifted from a young age, Naeris studied abroad. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 110 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (130 gp).

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a mace on his belt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. In his youth he was a Weaver, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Roondar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 5000 cp. Black pearl (400 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp).