Description: This woman is very fat, and wears a violet tunic with yellow highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around her shoes. With bright blonde hair. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Tailor arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. The family's rival house kidnapped her sister with the intent that her sister marry their son to gain control of contested properties. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and doesn't want to be a tailor and was forced into it by her family

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 300 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her silver hair, when down, is lengthy. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: Loopmottin was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Ranger, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature crossbow.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner, and carries swords. His hair is red and curly. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Hobart was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hobart fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A 4'2" northern woman, she tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her chestnut hair is lengthy. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. The war was a terrible time for her, and Finellen does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Finellen liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Ur-Dag is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Bookbinder, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Ur-Dag liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 80 gp.