Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor. Her white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are brown.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Artin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor she uses now. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: In love, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 20 gp. Tourmaline (80 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her lavender fur, when down, is lengthy. Her copper eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Tricking hails from a village terrorized by illithids. Her mother disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her mother, she was betrayed dozens of times. 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: She's repulsed by the PC; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1700 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1200 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (90 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2100 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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. Her yellow fur has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are amber.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: She comes from a rich southern family. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sweet fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Crown-heir.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 500 pp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she prefers to wear flannel. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. This gray eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Theirastra hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her writing career. Theirastra is a bit of a follower. Usually she is manipulated by her sisters into helping them out, but recently she has become more of a free agent.

History: She was born at the edge of vast island. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Theirastra took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor she uses now. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theirastra fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she wants to get laid

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Family, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Climber’s kit.