Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length green crest. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Hirrathak enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Hirrathak took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: This northern man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His clothes are grease stained in places. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 270 gp. 7 Acid flasks.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears a colorful flower in his golden hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Ur-Masi was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and balancing his hectic life and new carter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Greedy, Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 50 gp. Amethyst (40 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His white unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Damakos has worked very hard to control his curse. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 60 gp. Malachite (6 gp). 3 Tanglefoot bags.