Description: She wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available she will default to her falchion. She carries with her a set of falchions on her belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. Her brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She comes from a rich western family. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eridred fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She hates brigands. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: Ownka was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. In her 17th year, her parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Ownka alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: She wants revenge against brigands; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Slave, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears pastel trousers with yellow and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'9" when asserting himself. His black fur is knotted and matted. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his singing with anyone who is interested.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His first spouse was a Servant, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 160 gp. Deep green spinel (100 gp). Amethyst (100 gp).

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He carries with him a set of sickles on his belt, each one with a amber on the hilt. His hair, while still mostly purple, has prominent grey streaks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Morthos hails from a village terrorized by brigands. At a young age his father died while driving off some brigands. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in sickle use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Hedonist. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1000 sp.