Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. Her black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. Her ears are large.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Diesa liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She bought a warhammer and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She has moderate length blonde hair. Her ears are large.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She inherited a moderately successful company from her father. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she is greedy

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears an entirely grey suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a very tight haircut. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 3'2" and is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her golden hair is heavily combed to the right. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are gray.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 43. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Portia was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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 has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with pastel slacks. Her silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. Her eyes are a pleasant black.

Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She receives visions of the future at random moments

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. She worked as a nervous Seamstress and found it very stressful. She became a Seamstress soon after.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Seamstress responsibilities is difficult; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and she desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 240 gp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (60 gp).

Description: She is a mite stocky and is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, green shirt, and blue tie. She keeps her brown hair in a flapper bob. Her ears are large.

Personality: Barbena speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. She is clearly well-traveled and educated. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of drow once and for all.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and she desires to right it; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light grey in addition to tight pants. He carries with him a set of crossbows on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gerald fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 50 gp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a brown top hat and brown clothes. She has shaved her head bald. Her brown eyes peer out from beneath her top brown hat.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born in the south to a Fortune-teller, Gurdis learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has wavy white hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Merihim is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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, Merihim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A freak accident while working with his Miner father left him crippled. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Extrovert, Justice. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 600 sp.