Behold the brave (some would say "foolhardy") souls who would dare to venture into the depths of Rappan Athuk. Probably to die. More than once, in some cases.

Aarnr Foulbreath

Aarnr is a big man, well over six feet in height, and already with a sizeable paunch, a sure sign of a mighty warrior for it shows he eats well and thus is counted amongst those who get first pickings from the kill.

A leather strip is wrapped around his head, keeping his long hair at bay, and atop his pate sits a battered steel helm.  A long scar runs from his forehead to right cheek, though the eye is unharmed.  He has a thick and untidy beard and moustache.

His large frame is protected by a shirt of metal links beneath a heavy cloak and legs like gnarled tree trunks are visible beneath a leather skirt. Hardened leather bracers are bound around his thick wrists, a sword inscribed on the right, a hammer on the left.  His boots are sturdy but uncared for.

Likewise the leather pack upon his shoulder is worn and cracked, the straps mismatched and oft mended.  Around his neck a simple wooden disk inscribed with a crossed sword and hammer hangs from a thin thong.

He carries a long, long blade not much shorter than himself in a sheathe upon his back ... when it is not in his hands.  Then you may find yourself staring down the length of the sword to meet the dark and forbidding gaze behind it, just before it tips over into battle-madness, and that'll be the last thing you do see in this life, you may be froggin' sure.

 

Aramil

Standing just on 6 ft this darkhaired halfelf has green eyes and the slight elven features of his father. His love of arts and poetry is closely resembling his elven ancesters to anyone other than the elves themselves.

Though wearing simple clothes, Aramil keeps care of himself and his belongings, greatful of what he has.

 

Corian Barade

Corian is a slim, soft-spoken young man with collar-length blonde hair and brown eyes.  His accent and clothing indicate that, while he is probably not extremely wealthy, his life is almost certainly comfortable.

He dresses in a style which is popular with Reme's scholars and intellectuals, while his pale complexion suggests that he does not spend much time working outdoors.

 

Colwyn Akbar

Colwyn Akbar, self proclaimed, "most wanted man in Tsar (good thing we isn't in Tsar, eh?)" is a hair over five and a half feet tall, and built like a reed. A thin reed, that's been sick lately.

His mismatched eyes, the right one green, the left blue, observe the world (in slightly different directions) from a narrow face which seems to fall, most naturally, into an expression of ... calculation. As if he's working out exactly what everything around him is worth, and the best place to get that price for each item, should it happen to fall into his hands. Unruly brown hair tops off that shrewd face.

It should be noted that even his closest friends usually describe Colwyn as "weasely".

 

Eilieen

Pale, pretty and young, Eilieen walks through the world like a girl stepping through a field of thumbtacks - delicately and with many a wince.  Frowns and sighs accompany the slim young woman's every encounter with discomfort, and she often huddles beneath her travelling cloak, guarding her platinum-blond hair and soft, smooth features from the elements.

And yet faced with people, her face lights up like a crystal in the sun, her smile gleams like polished ivory, and her sea-blue eyes glow with warmth and compassion.

The young priest wears a simple travelling cloak over a serviceable, yet pretty gown.  Having abandoned her delicate shoes miles in the past, she now wears tall, travelling boots, somehow managing to find something that doesn't clash.  A spear does double duty as a walking stick, a backpack weighs drags at her shoulders, and around her neck hangs a small, silvery amulet, cunningly worked in the shape of a wreath and dotted with tiny pink and crimson blooms.

 

Erista

At first glance, Erista doesn't really look like an adventurer.  Subsequent glances don't do much to rectify this.  Giving up on glancing and looking at her carefully only serves to confirm it.  Perhaps it's the sun-blonde hair, or maybe it's the fresh flowers that are usually woven into it.  Possibly it's the bare feet, or the simple white dress she wears.  The bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks probably don't help.  It might even be that, at barely over 2 and a half feet, even other Halflings consider her to be on the small side.  But whether she's here for a reason, or just got lost... she's here at Rappan Athuk, and forty-eight people (and counting!) asking where her parents are hasn't turned her away.

 

Fergus Andarson

Fergus is a big man, well over six foot and on his way to seven.  He carries a little fat, making him look a bit soft, though it does not conceal his obvious strength.  His skin is tanned, his hair brown, bleached a lighter shade by the sun, and his eyes are hazel.

He wears a simple outfit of homespun wool that is worn but well cared for.  He also wears a suit of reinforced leather armour.  Every buckle on the armour has been loosened off as far as possible but it still bites across his shoulders. He carries a bedroll and a small sack of supplies.   Strapped to his back is a heavy wood-axe and a scythe.

 

Nameless Monk

Dark skin, dark eyes, dark hair stands in contrast to the light footing and a bright gaze.  Toned muscles and nimble limbs begets smooth and fluid motions where naught is neither wasted nor superfluous.  Words are sparse and often thoughtful and perchance somewhat cryptic.

 

Oswald Osbourne

This little halfling wears black and holds a fatal outlook on life.