The Fire-Fens
a fetid marsh stretching for hundreds of miles on the southern shores of the Kingdom of Erlad. Known for the fires that burn continuously fueled by deep pockets of gas or perhaps something more sinister...

Tamberle the city of bridges
An ancient trading port at the souther tip of the Kingdom of Erlad. Surrounded by the dangerous marsh known as the fire-fens and accessible only by bridge or boat.

• North Bridge Garrison
  heavily defended main gate to Tamberle

Name: Annabeth Elliot
Age: Late Twenties
Race: Human
Status: A Laysister of Askari, self-proclaimed Knight Errant
Brief Bio: The only child of Asterion Elliot, a man-of-arms who once served King Aeryn. Learned warfare from her father before he passed. She has taken vows of Askari to learn how to heal and preform rituals, but her true passion lies in fighting against tyranny so that she can heal and protect others in peace.
Equipment: An undead theme armor with a deadly warhammer.She just likes the aesthetics.

-dropped, used to play Cassius + his crew-

Name: Skurr Nippled-Bottom
Age: 19
Profession: Fisherman
Appearance Notes: 5'8", Brown hair, Brown eyes, Tanned skin with an assortment of small scars from hooks and fish that have teeth. Handsome but not swoon-worthy. Typically wears his working leathers over a simple tunic and leggings. One long, healing cut from above his left ear to the back of his head from a nearly fatal axe strike.
Experience Notes:

-contributed to the defense of the gate in the Siege of Tamberle.
-pursued several invaders through the streets, picking them off while avoiding pitched battle.
-suffered the loss of his fiancé during the battle when fire spread to the ship that was carrying her and her family. (Will not willingly reveal this IC. But, it can be revealed by others who knew the family or the couple.)

Name: Derra
Age: 67
Race: Dwarf
Status: Derra is a young (for a dwarf) feild healer, meaning she can patch wounds, give stitches etc.
Br. Bio: When Derra was a child her home clan was decimated by a pox, leaving only a few survivors and marking her face with undeniable scars. They made their way to a border clan in the mountains. It was there that Derra found her calling as an herbal and feild healer. Her clan sent her out to learn human ways of healing, and she only just arrived before the battle broke out.
Equipment: Derra isn't a fighter, but she is equipped with a short sword and sheild and carries leather armor marked with a healer's staff in her pack. She wears a dark blue cloak and black clothing underneath, and her belt holds various pouches with herbs, dressings and equipment for patching people up.

Name: Thalia Coldstone
Current Alias: Mergoux the Butcher
Age: 87

Status: Mergoux is wanted in some parts of the world as a serial killer, after murdering several corrupt politicians and officials of a small town in the North.

Bio: Little is known about the woman known as The Butcher. She has been active for over fifty years now, and has achieved moderate renown among small towns and villages she's passed through. Many masters of the sword claim to have taught her, though none can ever say they've seen her face. What is known is that the woman is a killer, through and through, but not one of evil intent. Though often wanted by the law, she is praised by the townsfolk for her deeds. She is a butcher, a sadistic killer, but her prey is never the innocent. Instead she protects them from those who would harm them, be they outlaw bandits, or corrupt officials. She's been on the prowl for over fifty years now, and still going strong. To this effect she is known not to be human, but then... no Elf is so sturdy, no dwarf so tall. So what could she be?

Equipment: Mergoux wields a greatsword in battle, but is adept with any sword or dagger. To this affect she keeps a pair of long knuckle-daggers by her side as well, for close quarters combat. Her armor is surprisingly light, made heavy enough to protect her well, but also light enough for her to be mobile and agile. Her helmet is arguably her most important item however, for she never takes it off in front of anyone. No-one has seen her face and lived to tell the tale in five decades. Throughout the years she has also acquired a fair amount of money, either taking from the corpses of bandits, or taking a small portion from excess taxes, stolen by officials and returned to the people after the official's head is removed. She is far from rich, but money is rarely a problem for her lifestyle of moving tavern to tavern and town to town.

Skills:
Bladeswoman - Mergoux is an expert with all manner of knives, daggers and swords of all size. Having been practicing the art for over 60 years, as well as finding a natural affinity for the weapons, there are few who can rival her in bladecraft.
Tough - Mergoux's resistance to pain is above normal standards. It's not that she doesn't feel it, but more that she has the physical and mental strength to power through it beyond what most normal people could stand. While your average warrior would fall back after breaking their arm, Mergoux would usually prefer to pull out a shorter weapon and keep fighting.
Crossbow - Though not as adept with this weapon as she is with Swords, Mergoux is still a crack-shot with a crossbow.
Survival - Mergoux lives between towns, never taking residence and not able to keep much on her person at all times. This means she's often found herself in the wilderness with dwindling food, shelter and the like. She's long since overcome that and become an excellent survivalist, able to cook hearty meals from what only nature can offer, as well as survive cold nights with little more than a blanket and the wild's gifts.
Half-breed - As a Half-Elf, Mergoux takes both positives and negatives from either species, but through resolute training she has managed to weed out most weaknesses, and a good set of genetics don't hurt. Her rigorous exercise combined with her father's inherited power has given her strength, while her mother's Elven grace has granted her agility.

Name: George "Arend" Lark
Age: 27
Race: Human (?)
Appearance:
He has light brown hair pared with brown reddish irises. His face is ordinary yet somehow charming. He's of medium height and of compact build. He usually wears travelling clothes but occasionally dons a minstrel's hat while performing. Around his neck and under his shirt, he wears a small, red pendant that's shaped like an egg. Imbedded into it are three small slits. It's sealed tightly shut and has never opened as far as he can remember.

Status: Travelling alone as a "bard"
Background: George was born musical. However, his environment was less than welcoming to his talent. As an orphan, he grew up on the streets and the woods, switching between gathering plants for selling to plucking pockets for robbing. On occasion, he would sing to other orphans, using his eloquence and imagination to extort a little extra coin from their grubby hands. When he was 17, he barely managed to save enough to pull himself out of poverty, allowing him to travel the road.
A small quirk of his: He always knew he had a middle name, but he could never remember it. As a result, he gave himself one to fill in the emptiness.

Skills:
- foraging and cooking. He's gotten quite savvy figuring out what's delicious, abhorrent, and poisonous in food. He also knows their uses beyond cooking.
- knives. He's good at throwing knives for killing game. Also, he uses them to dig up various plants. However, swinging is not his forte.
- singing and stringing - He's not exactly the best, but it's enough for him to gather enough coin.
- agile. You can't exactly travel if you're being mauled by wolves. He can easily scale trees, maybe other things if they got appropriate foot holds. The trick is to grab him before he bolts. He's a terrible combatant, making it easy to keep him. However, once that time has passed, I wish you the best of luck trying to catch him.
- suave. selling plants and telling stories has made him a good communicator. However, that doesn't mean he likes to listen...

Name: Mika Brosca
Age: 77
Race: Dwarf
Bio: Mika is a dishonored dwarf. Her father was once a noble warrior who took a liking to her mother, and during their relationship she bore the man two girls, Mika and her sister Rica. However he wanted a son and soon abandoned the three girls. Mika's mother fell into despair and started drinking heavily while Mika and Rica did their best to try to make ends meet. Rica courted various noble dwarven men hoping to marry someone wealthy enough to take care of her family. Mika however lacked her sister's charisma and charms but did have one advantage: brutal cunning and quick wits. She became a hired thug, shaking down merchants, robbing caravans, and even occasionally assassinating criminal and nobles for coin. The pay wasn't great but it was all that Mika was good at. Soon her sister managed to find a man rich and honorable enough to take in herself and their drunkard of a mother, but at the same time Mika had gotten caught up in a botched assassination. One disaster lead to another, and it eventually ended with Mika killing a powerful crime boss who hired her in the first place, forcing her to fake her own death and run as to protect herself and her family.
Gear: Mika is used to wearing thick leather armor tough enough to stop an axe, though she doesn't really like the heavy metal stuff. Despite being a dwarf she relies a lot on mobility and having more stamina than her opponents. She favors strong short swords she can use to stab in between the weak points of her enemy, and occasionally a hammer or mace to smash what she can't stab. Lastly she has a crossbow which she's been tinkering with. It uses a steel bow instead of a metal one, to give it more power and range. She uses a lever mechanism that allows her to reload faster.