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 sports golden long hair. 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 is irascible and easily irritated. 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: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. 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 hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Insane. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 gp. Obsidian (16 gp). 1 Full Plate. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her red hair is braided into rings. Her fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Myathethil was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Gnomes. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Cockaby took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and carries greataxes. His chestnut hair is lengthy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Crown-heir. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. 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: Morkral was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Rock crystal (60 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Iolite (60 gp). Red garnet (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. He wears his white hair down. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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, Târz is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Târz was born the youngest of three triplets. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Good lock. 1 Climber’s kit.