Description: This woman wears suspenders and brown workpants. Her shirt is grey, and she wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on her right hand. Her lavender fur is lengthy. Her blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. 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 was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Secretive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: This tall, slender woman wears a tight fitting green shirt and pants. Her bronze crest is braided into rings. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

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

Possessions: 600 gp. Star ruby (500 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Jasper (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a falchion on his belt. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He is a Chromatic Dragon in disguise. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: He wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has wavy black hair. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Korfel took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants revenge against goblins; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Minor magic item.