Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. His crest is rusty and curly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. After a long history of fighting, Direcris and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Religious. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Server business.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Varis was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts, and carries swords. He has styled his yellow fur well, parting it to the left. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born into a rich family. His childhood dream was to be a Bricklayer, but he was a colossal failure. He has achieved small success as a Sculptor.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1400 sp. Hematite (6 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: This tall, slender man wears yellow painted combat armor at almost all times. His golden hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aust 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 he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He sports a flattop hair cut. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He works hard and plays hard.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Morkral took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. He bought a kukri and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic. Flaws: Greedy, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1700 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (40 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.