Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Tagga took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor she uses now. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1500 sp. Blue sapphire (500 gp). 4 Antitoxin. 4 Alchemist’s fire. 4 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears tattered old clothes. His black fur is still thick. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Two Llamas took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He bought a scimitar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 3000 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (1200 gp).

Description: She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. She sports brown long hair. Her half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Mortician profession.

History: She was born in the east. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent mother; and expand her business

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: She wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her black hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her eyes are likewise violet. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Fallthra is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Her necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by dire rats. Fallthra was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: She wants revenge against dire rats; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He dresses in yellow turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with green slacks. His red hair is cut short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Through the years after Tharivol was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Tharivol's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she tends to wear a black poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. Her broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her eyes are gold.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Crown-heir arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and pastel handkerchief worn on his left side. He is portly but not overly obese. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Halfling culture. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Priest profession.

History: Sapply was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Sapply took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has chestnut hair. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He found a children's book about a Half-Orc Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Amber (140 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 300 pp. Sardonyx (60 gp). Sard (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Jet (70 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Jade (70 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Banded agate (7 gp).