Description: This younger middle-aged woman wears a black armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down, and a wedding ring on her left hand. She has dyed her greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. Her eyes are violet and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Kansif isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. 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: She was born in the east. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. She left for the east, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. She has slicked back red hair. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are brown.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Mortician but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Job, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born in a small forest village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Ombul took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Ombul never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 380 gp.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat, and carries hammers. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mogg fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease, Depressed. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.