Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'6" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. She has dyed her greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Her necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Mardnab abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her brass crest is heavily combed to the left. Her gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Rich. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He very much looks the part of a Sellsword. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. He has gold eyes and a black hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is obsessed with his god.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sellsword hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He tends to his Sellsword job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Job, Religious, Slave, Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Rael took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Cynical, Forgetful. Bonds: In love, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Chain shirt.