Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Ombul hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Ombul has worked very hard to control his curse. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ombul 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 a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 50000 cp. Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Bookbinder. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Bookbinder arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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. Damien fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat. He carries with him a set of maces on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He has a very tight haircut. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 350 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a tan shirt with thin violet vertical stripes and white pants. He carries with him a set of morningstars, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is blonde and very short. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Naal's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Through the years after Naal was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Naal's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He bought a morningstar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp. Malachite (10 gp). Citrine (60 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.