Description: A man of a pale complexion, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His white fur is matted, messy, and big. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Glassblower. Smoking is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Family, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1000 cp. Jade (110 gp). 4 Holy water.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His black crest is heavily combed to the left. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Laborer born in the past three hundred years. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: Kiirith was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. Being a Laborer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 140 pp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (20 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). A small bag of saffron. (20 gp).

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Mercenary. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length yellow fur. This copper eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Kite liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: 5'3" and muscular, this northern man prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Orthog was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Orthog alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 100 gp.