Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, marred by chocolates. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Orryn hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and many orcs want him driven away

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 gp. Black pearl (300 gp). Zircon (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a yellow shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He sports a flattop fur cut. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is wearing a long, green cloak. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly tridents and nunchakus. His chestnut hair is cut short. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Lazy. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 500 gp. Pink pearl (130 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Jasper (40 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His dark red hair is still thick. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Iados took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to protect his home

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.