Description: She is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering her clean studded leather. Her blonde hair is still thick. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Nurkara was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. 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. 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: To share knowledge with the world; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 700 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (60 gp).

Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull brown iron scale mail. She keeps her long red hair kept up in a rat tail. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Carter arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and she is greedy

Ideals: Justice, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: She wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available she will default to her scimitar. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. She sports a flattop hair cut. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Impulsive, Insane. Occupation: Carter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. She wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered red stockings. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She keeps her long red fur kept up in a rat tail. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Harvest took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up whip and armor she uses now. She was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside her partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp. Blue quartz (9 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.