Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears blue painted combat armor at almost all times. She wears her golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Pyntle reached her early adolescence her Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To end her boredom.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Thunderstones.

Description: 5'2" and muscular, this northern man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a pastel coat. He keeps his orange fur in a pixie cut. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Left-Handed embodies much of what other species detest in the Tabaxis. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Fisher arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Left-Handed abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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 desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1100 pp. Jasper (60 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Hematite (11 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Black star sapphire (1300 gp). Amber (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp).

Description: An older man who wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, he is not a threatening figure. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed white hat.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the west to a Dyer, Calcitro learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Calcitro was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Dyer. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To be a Miller again.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She stands about 5'1" and wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available she will default to her scimitar. Her left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. She has a very tight haircut. Her gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. In her 13th year, her parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Avice alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 700 sp.