Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has gray eyes and a violet hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 67. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of gnolls once and for all.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Ur-Masi alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 600 gp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is dressed in earthy colors with a red and blue handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His eyes are green.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Wymar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Laucian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1 Antitoxin. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His brass crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Donaar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Slave Trader like his mother before him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a farmer again

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 50 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).