Description: She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with pastel colored cloaks and clothing. She carries with her a set of kukris, each one with a topaz on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her black fur is unkempt and raggedy. She has copper eyes and a pastel hat with a blue feather.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with her Farmer father left her crippled. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature kukri.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 50 gp. Iolite (20 gp).

Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears an entirely red suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Her white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. She has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. The war was a terrible time for her, and Lidda does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears a black coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Mordai speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. 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: Someone believes him a fraud; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 cp. 4 Smokesticks.

Description: This man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his nunchaku with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His ears are large.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Halimath took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Revenge; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Military, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.