Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has slicked back brown hair. Her eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 6'4" when asserting herself. Her yellow fur is lengthy. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. The war was a terrible time for her, and Shivering does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Shivering grew up listening to her father's many stories. When Shivering reached her early adolescence her Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 400 pp. Brown-green garnet (50 gp). Blue diamond (2000 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Onyx (30 gp).

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 5'10". She wears a green shirt, with a tan mid length skirt with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and her gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. Her blue hair is knotted and matted. Her red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: This woman loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: She was born in a small desert village. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Purah took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor she uses now. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 500 gp. Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 2'11" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep red leather and dull brown iron scale mail. Her chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When Philomena reached her early adolescence her Halfling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 160 gp.