Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a black shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His rusty crest is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Hirrathak will drive conversation. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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. Hirrathak took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: She wears a yellow shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and black pants, and she perpetually has her bow ready. Her tied-back hair is chestnut. Her eyes are brown and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Mortician profession.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. In her 18th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside her partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She has a hunchback. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Her psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Her mother was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She was granted psionic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She prefers to wear pastel clothing when she does not wear armor. Her long lavender fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was born at the edge of vast mountains. River 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 ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Navigator for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Cook again; and balancing her hectic life and new navigator responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Nature, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. Her hair is short and chestnut. Her eyes are silver and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Damaia took it upon herself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 100 gp.