Description: She wears a simple blue robe with tan stripes complete with hood. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her longbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. She wears her white hair up. Her hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 94. 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 will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: She was born in the south. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Baelitae took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longbow and armor she uses now. Some 4 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Baelitae never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Traulam is a bit of a follower. Usually she is manipulated by her brothers into helping them out, but recently she has become more of a free agent.

History: Born in the north to a Weaver, Traulam learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Weaver. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the north; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears dark leathers with embroidery. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length golden hair. Her skin is flawless and her brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. During her travels, Birel and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Birel discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Birel fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions.

Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Thunderstones.

Description: She stands about 5'8" and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull black iron scale mail. Her right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her hair is black and curly. Her eyes are silver.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this eastern gal figured out how to best use her charms to convince people to do what she wants. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Her first spouse was a Interpreter, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother; and regain custody of her daughter

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: A 5'2" eastern woman, she wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her red hair is thinning but still full. She is baby faced.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She was raised by priests from a young age. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Bilga fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1200 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.