Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She has done her best to style her auburn hair to look like a famous performer. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Buvvie isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Gnomish unity. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Buvvie lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Buvvie took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up rapier and armor she uses now. She has been saving her money to try and buy her brother's freedom.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and regain custody of her son

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 390 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a simple black robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Akmen was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Baker

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He wears a green deerstalker hat and green clothes. His hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His black eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature, Rich, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'0" when asserting himself. He has no hair. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 120000 cp. Sard (70 gp). Star ruby (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her long copper crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with her old comrades. She has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Daar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Daar abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. 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: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 600 gp.