Description: This slender woman stands about 4'11". She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull black iron scale mail. She has shaved her head bald. Her blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Myathethil speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. She is clearly well-traveled and educated. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Myathethil is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Myathethil grew up listening to her mother's many stories. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She wants to get laid; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Everburning torch. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Holy water.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His golden hair is cut short. He has green eyes and a tan hat with a black feather.

Personality: He hates illithids. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His blue hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Abad hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Abad is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the north. In his youth he was a Sage, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Artistic, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear flannel. His white fur is lengthy. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He hates orcs. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Shadow has worked very hard to control his curse. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, In love. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1100 gp.