Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He has wavy brown fur. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is an amazing painter.

History: He got into the Jeweler business at a young age. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. He tends to his Jeweler job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears green trousers with grey and white striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He wears his dark red hair down. He has a dull look in his white eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Weaver they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Bricklayer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: A 3'3" eastern woman, she wears a blue coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon her head. She has wavy brown hair. Her green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She has a good heart but also a terrible temper. She will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: Carlin was born in the east. At a young age she loved to build and create. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her fur is cinnamon and very short. Her blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Flask is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. She plays an instrument quite well.

History: Gifted from a young age, Flask studied abroad. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. During her travels, Flask and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Flask discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Flask fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Silk rope. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.