Description: This woman wears baggy blue pantaloons and a pastel scarf, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Sporting a white mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She got into the Fortune-teller business at a young age. 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 Fortune-teller. She has taken up work as a Fortune-teller and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: She made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Forgetful, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Debt. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She has a missing right leg. She wears long strands of opal and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. She has styled her red crest well, parting it to the right. Her gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 11000 sp. Moonstone (20 gp). Emerald (1500 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Jasper (20 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He is a Slaad in disguise. Naeris abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has worked as a Carpenter like his father before him.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Religious. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his mace, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His brass crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson green hat.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Nithther was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Nithther took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.