Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears a robe, a symbol of strength around her neck, and a whip on her belt. Her black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. She has amber eyes and a red hat with a brown feather.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Dell was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. 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. 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: She loathes her own lifestyle; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed, Hedonist. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She wears a feathered hat to hide her balding. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. 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 to loving parents in a slum to the west. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. She wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide her balding. Her eyes are violet and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Her necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and she's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: This malnourished woman is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and black handkerchief worn on her right side. Sporting a red mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 36. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. 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: Dwarven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He sports a flattop crest cut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Norkruuth was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Norkruuth abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 240 gp.