Description: She wears a green cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. She carries with her a set of shields on her belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. Her dark red hair is braided into rings. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. 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. She bought a shield and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: Standing 5'9", this woman wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She has done her best to style her blue hair to look like a famous performer. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern gal figured out how to best use her charms to convince people to do what she wants. She is a great chef.

History: Phelaia was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. Phelaia was born on a far northern forest where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Shepherd. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and expand her business

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: This man wears a tan shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Tharivol was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He worked as a nervous Sailor and found it very stressful. He became a Sailor soon after.

Motivation: He's in love; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 380 gp. Eye agate (9 gp). Hematite (9 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This late middle aged man prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs and is in decent physical shape. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born in the south. Travok was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Shoemaker. During his travels, Travok and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Travok discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Travok fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 500 sp.