Description: This younger middle-aged woman has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her tan robe, and a wedding ring on her left hand. She has styled her green crest well, parting it to the left. She has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: She was raised by priests from a young age. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: In love, Military, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: 6'3" and muscular, this southern man wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His red fur is heavily combed to the left. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He is a Jackalwere in disguise. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length white hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Thoradin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and he perpetually has his lance ready. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Servant arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.