Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longbow, just in case. He has red hair. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Lamlis took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, black shirt, and brown tie. His orange fur is still thick. His yellow eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Marshal born in the past three hundred years. 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: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Marshal responsibilities is difficult; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp. Alexandrite (1300 gp). Star ruby (1200 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Coral (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Gomory was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When Gomory reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He tends to his Weaver job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Job, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A middle-aged man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, and is pretty ugly. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born in the west. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he is greedy

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1000 sp.