(How much wank is too much wank? Let's find out!)
Karn, the youngest of the makers sent, looked young, completely bald and the like, but in reality was a few centuries old, and had a rather crude axe for a weapon and some forging hammers, he was an apprentice in both arts, but even then would be considered a genius craftsman in another culture, and a very gifted fighter in others, capable of striking with such speed and precision he could cut atoms.
Yosef Bugman, a well-traveled trader, and most notably produced beer, the most famous and revered Ale in the Forgelands at that, which has some steep competition which Bugman rolls with superior flavor, speed of production, and strength of the beer, the defacto leader of this operation by default, as he was, going to be, the second oldest and by far the most traveled.
Alya, a cleric and priest who hated fighting, with healing superb enough that she has saved multiple makers from wounds as gruesome as literally being blown to smithereens, and capable of raising the dead and undead, though she was the second youngest, she was definitely bright and cheerful, at least enough to even temper Ulthane's grumpiness, though she also was quite a lot skinnier then most other makers by a pretty wide margin, so she knew other magics to defend herself and whatnot
"So, what do you think Ulthane really wants from this, Bugman?" Karn asked as he walked with the other
"Don't know, but you'll find it's fine to get out and about, pup." Bugman responded
"I've always wanted to get out, but it's just really hard to, so I'm glad this chance was given to me!" Alya said
"I'm glad you're going to enjoy this, and it seems we're already at the Warrior for the mission!" The sounds of grunts of effort were coming closer and closer, soon an armored maker, seemingly about the same age as Ulthane with a beard and a full head of hair, Ulthane's brother, Thane. Practicing his efforts on a seeming clone of himself, improving his skill with a blade such that each strike seemed like it struck all around him, each strike so impossibly precise they struck to split the lowest unit of size possible and beyond, known to be capable of fending off projectiles literally covering the entirety of the area around him just through sheer skill alone, and he was doing this spar with the same level of concentrated boredom as you or I may have when mowing the lawn. (I've RPed Ragnarok. Bullshit skill feats are my blood.)
"So Ulthane's sent you for me, I presume?" Thane said with a quick pause, his duplicate disappearing as he turned
"Yeah, we need a Warrior so we can go out and establish trade routes!" Alya said before anyone could respond
"Haha, that should be fun, though I doubt there'll be much fighting for a Warrior like me!" Thane responded
"Y-yeah... I hope so..." Alya murmured, shifting a bit to which Ulthane patted her on the shoulder comforting and moved on his own to find their last recruit...
