Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'11". He wears violet trousers with black and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, and his gloved hand is found clutching a halberd. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Spring has worked very hard to control his curse. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 cp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp).

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Pûg was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Brewer.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to be a shepherd again

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Bonds: In love, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A 4'11" northern man, he is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He has shaved his head bald. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 87. 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 invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He got into the Bather business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Bather work with an outfit from a few towns over. Bather work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his red hair down. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Traubon grew up listening to his father's many stories. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Traubon grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Traubon. After months of barely getting by, Traubon managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He wears just a black suit, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'6" when asserting himself. His crest is short and rusty. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Marshal. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of orcs once and for all.

History: Born in the north to a Marshal, Donaar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting orcs, the young Donaar began to lead the lost caravan. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1200 gp. Rock crystal (80 gp). Emerald (1400 gp). Black star sapphire (1400 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp).