Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull violet iron scale mail. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are gray.

Personality: She is enamored with her job. She loves it. She likes the challenge and she likes helping those less fortunate than her. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Ruler arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She's also a talented Laborer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Job, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: She stands about 5'6" and wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. Her dark red hair is braided into rings. Her eyes are a pleasant black.

Personality: Gadreel hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her music career. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: She was born in a small plains village. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Gadreel took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor she uses now. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1700 sp. 4 Thunderstones.

Description: She prefers to wear flannel. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. She keeps her bronze crest in a pixie cut. Her gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Blendaeth is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Blendaeth was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. She found a children's book about a Dragonborn Barbarian who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'5". He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, and his gloved hand is found clutching a greataxe. His green crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born in a small forest village. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: To reunite with his old friends; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Buckler.