Description: She is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She carries a battered shortbow and tarnished hammer as well. She has done her best to style her black crest to look like a famous performer. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. In her 16th year, her parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Furrele alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. 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. Furrele fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

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

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, she wears a robe, a symbol of strength around her neck, and a sai on her belt. She has styled her auburn hair well, parting it to the right. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are blue.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born to a Scribe, her mother struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 20 gp. Obsidian (14 gp).

Description: He wears a simple tan robe with grey stripes complete with hood. He has golden hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears dull brown sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed axe, just in case. Her golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his longsword. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Tharivol was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 gp.