Description: She is a physically imposing dark-skinned woman. She wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a longbow, but if one is not available she will default to her warhammer. Her golden hair is heavily combed to the right. Her blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Callie is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.

History: Callie was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Barbarian, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Barbarian in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Sculptor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and she's looking for her big break

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, In love, Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2 Antitoxin. 4 Alchemist’s fire. 3 Holy water.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed blue hat.

Personality: Paelias speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family, Slave. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft red waves gently in the breeze. She has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. Her moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Breena is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She is greedy.

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: 5'6" and muscular, this northern man sports violet clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Gennal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bather hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.