Description: This light-skinned female wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her white hair, when down, is lengthy. 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 will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In her 16th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sybil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the west; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She wears a robe, a symbol of magic around her neck, and a bastard sword on her belt. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her blonde hair is thinning but still full. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes brigands are coming to abduct people. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Hadwisa was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Persistence. Bonds: Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears an entirely pastel suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. She has slicked back chestnut hair. Her skin is flawless and her green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. Avice was born on a far northern mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Barkeep. She bought a axe and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: Deep blue spinel (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes drow are coming to abduct people. 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, Oriel is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.