Description: This man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his right hand. He has dyed his greying orange fur a little too much giving a sharp orange color. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 11. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Ostracized due to the druidic 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 now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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 north. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Morgran fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 20 gp. Deep green spinel (70 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a pickaxe on his belt. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. This gray eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gormogord fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 100 gp. Black pearl (600 gp). Moss agate (4 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with white colored cloaks and clothing. He has shaved his head bald. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Bhevek will drive conversation. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Miller arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Bhevek 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: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and money/treasure

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Hedonist, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 900 pp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Red spinel (130 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp). Malachite (5 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.