<div align="center"> (https://i.ibb.co/0Vy7jYp/Screenshot-20230216-214914-2.png) (https://ibb.co/vv4FxLC)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Rhona Shale-splitter</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Smuggler<br/><br/>Dwarf - Lowland Caste - 45y.o.</em></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Skeptic, street smart, and calculating, Rhona’s seen the worst this shattered world had to offer. She’s nothing but forthright that her loyalties run as deep as shared ambitions and patronizing coin purses. Her ancestors were miners, masons and smiths thrust into diaspora by the raising of the mountain circle. Most who weren't crushed in crumbling cities were enslaved or sacrificed by Drow who took advantage of the catastrophe to end a centuries long stalemate between their nations. The few surviving refugees and their descendants are poor, distrusted and associated with criminal activity by other races. Those who tried to seek out the old tunnels and backroads to the High Pass found them all sealed or seemingly swallowed by forest. A few dwarves live in the meager squalid fringes of coastal cities, but most now travel in insular nomadic caravans.<br/><br/>In the years following plague, there was profit to be made moving goods -illicit and otherwise- between cities. Roadways were overgrown, paths split, and passages caved. Dwarves were desperate enough to navigate them. Overtime, their trailways became closely guarded family secrets with safe houses, supply stashes, and stolen plunder marked by crude esoteric runes. Versed travelers know to give such markings a wide berth lest find themselves victim to deadly traps. Rhona was born on the road to such a wandering clan.  <br/></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Origin</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">A mule stall somewhere on route to a human encampment.</span><br/> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Appearance</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">4’8’’'ft and ~145lb</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>Thick raven hair in wild waves veils her tanned skin. Her eyes, black in daylight, are hard and calculating. At night, they reflect light with an almost iridescent pale blue. Her features are rounded and soft in a way that would make her seem youthful beyond her years were it not for her omnipresent scowl. Stalky, small chested and broad hipped with thick fleshy thighs, Rhona always seems well rooted to the ground and confident in her gait. <br/><br/>Her skin is tan, littered with scars and the odd runic tattoo hand poked in black thin lines. She wears no jewelry or other adornments. Before battle or setting out on a long journey  she’ll plait her hair, fastening it with a leather strap.<br/></span><br/></span><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Armour &amp; Equipment</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>»   Road leathers. Thick, travel worn and darkened with grease. There are patches here and there and the odd buckle that doesn’t match. She has a utilitarian chest plate and neck guard that she can wear when needed.   <br/>»   Black Leather Backpack. Rope, tools, nasty looking trap bits and bobs, mending kit, bandages. She carries a ston passed down by her mothers, said to be a shard of rubble from the undercity. <br/>»   Axe. Crude iron, comfortably wielded in one or two hands. It’s notched hardwood handle is battleworn, but strong. She hums old songs to herself when sharpening the blade.</span> <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Magic</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"Stone, iron and blood.”</em><br/><br/>Lowlanders are a magicless people. Having traditionally engaged in ancestral worship, they have no living gods. As incapable as they are at wielding magic, they are equally resistant to it. This holds true to spells that would heal them.<br/><br/>They are also resistant to disease and poison - which is why the plague terrified them so, as her kind had never known such vulnerability. <br/></span> <br/><br/>She has keen lowlight sight but struggles in open day. <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Connections</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Rhona hasn’t been with the group long. She’s been tight lipped about her past and seems bent on being as unpleasant a travel companion as possible. She glowers at Orisanna when stewing rabbit and tends to glaze over whenever Amanda opens her mouth. She called Gloriosus’s name a pretentious mouth full and refuses to call him anything but, opting instead for pet names: Glory, Glow - Mornin’ Glory being a personal favourite. Maga has her respect and she lets the orc be. Rhona’s skills as a navigator have made her indispensable for the time being, She’s made it clear her intentions are to move on once their objectives are met [[will clarify this once the starting objective of the adventure is set.<br/></span></span><br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/fSVi4nv.jpg) </div><br/>Tried to sprinkle some bio and personality throughout. Lemme know if there’s any thoughts on my suggested connections. I am open to things!