Description: This eastern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her morningstar with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her brown hair is greasy and uncared for. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Born in the east to a Mortician, Hadwisa learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing her hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This southern man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He works hard and plays hard.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and to protect his home

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Miner, marred by teas. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Miner born in the past three hundred years. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. His first spouse was a Sculptor, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To be a Sculptor again.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 20 pp. Red-brown spinel (60 gp).

Description: He wears dull yellow sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longbow, just in case. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Berrian grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Berrian. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 700 sp. Deep green spinel (60 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.