Description: 5'10" and muscular, this southern man wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a morningstar, but if one is not available he will default to his warhammer. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are silver and catlike.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. The war was a terrible time for him, and Habor does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; 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: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'10" and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has done his best to style his brown fur to look like a famous performer. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: Flame is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Flame grew up listening to his father's many stories. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His red fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Left-Handed grew up listening to his father's many stories. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 210 pp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 3'4" and wears a fancy yellow suit. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. 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 on a small isolated farm. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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. Gimble 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 wants to get laid

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.