Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her golden hair is still thick. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

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. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Cynical, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He carries a battered halberd and tarnished longbow as well. His crest is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Tarhun took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. 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. Tarhun fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Chrysoberyl (140 gp).

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her blue eyes peer out from beneath her deerstalker grey hat.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Through the years after Marastyr was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Marastyr's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1200 sp. Smoky quartz (30 gp). Amber (160 gp). Red spinel (160 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His crest is red and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Donaar speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Miner work with an outfit from a few towns over. Miner work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Miner.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, In love, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Iolite (40 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp).