A very Nordic looking fighter and a female thief make up the first two members of our intrepid band...
Stalwart Norseman, Axe in hand, ready for Giant Spiders or Trolls or God knows what to emerge from the trees...
A female footpad flits noiselessly from shadow to shadow along the forest path...
A female fighter and a cleric stand ready to lay into the monsters of the forest with hard strokes of sword and flail...
Doubtless a devotee of some fierce cult stressing blood and fire, the Cleric calls up the powers of his vengeful God to support his companions and smite their foes...
A cold shield maiden of the far north, journeying far from the frigid wastes of her distant homeland...
Tried so hard not to screw up the eyes but couldn't quite pull it off in the end. He still looks ok on the table top...
Resolutely standing watch over tenantless ridges and mountain tops he calls home, frequently blasting them with fiery spells and always on the watch for the killer rabbit who haunts those lonely peaks, an Enchanter has joined the party to act as their magic user...There are some who call him...Tim??
Dungeons and Dragons, The Karen Edition