Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she usually wears her brown robe and has her falchion always slung over her shoulder. Her silver hair is matted, messy, and big. Her eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: She was raised in a mountains tribe. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. She bought a falchion and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Human compassion.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Racist. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 400 gp. Sardonyx (70 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears dark leathers with embroidery. With wild brown hair. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: She hates goblins. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She was born at the edge of vast forest. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Emeny took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor she uses now. She eventually got the idea of being the protector of her homeland from reading books, and has made it her duty.

Motivation: She would like to get married and retire; and to clean up the streets

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Guardian, Has a crush. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: She stands about 4'9" and usually wears her blue robe and has her halberd always slung over her shoulder. Her right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her eyes are violet.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Heather was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She became a Bather soon after.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is her passion; and a strong sense of loyalty to human people

Ideals: Pacifist, Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'1" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears an entirely tan suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. She has shaved her head bald. Her green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes giants are coming to abduct people. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.