Description: This slender woman stands about 4'8". She dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her skin is flawless and her hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: She has a good heart but also a terrible temper. She will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Sariel was orphaned to a temple shortly after her birth. She was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above herself and to hold her god always in her heart. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 160 pp.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her white crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady red eyes.

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. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Stableman arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. 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 is greedy; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 800 sp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive woman, she wears a brown shirt with thin black vertical stripes and green pants. She wears a feathered hat to hide her balding. Her gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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 obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born to a Junk Dealer, her father struggled to pay the bills. A freak accident while working with her Junk Dealer father left her crippled. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her green crest has been sun bleached extensively. Her gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gifted student she started as a Fortune-teller, but she got bored and became a Soapmaker. She tends to her Soapmaker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Expand her business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 4000 cp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp). 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.