Description: A 3'11" northern woman, she wears dull brown sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed crossbow, just in case. She wears her blonde hair up. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Anbera lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. She has never given up on her painting dream.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Slave Trader; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she very much looks the part of a Healer. She wears a deerstalker hat to hide her balding. Her brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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 used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.

History: She was raised by priests from a young age. A gifted student she started as a Sage, but she got bored and became a Healer. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Healer for the past few years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a sage again

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 2400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly tridents and sais. His bronze crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Rivaan was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Rivaan was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Enemies, Debt. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

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 typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull black iron scale mail. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Efferil was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Efferil's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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: Further expansion of business; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ar-Karo isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Ar-Karo was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. 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: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Jasper (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.