Description: This slender woman stands about 2'8". She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her ceremonial dagger with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her red hair is braided into rings. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered singing. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She's in love; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 400 sp. Malachite (10 gp).

Description: An older woman who is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, she is not a threatening figure. Her purple hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

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 her god.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. 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: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious, Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and he perpetually has his nunchaku ready. He has dyed his greying bronze crest a little too much giving a sharp bronze color. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the south to a Doctor, Maagog learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Maagog fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: Travok hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born in the north. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has no crest. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.