Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Barkeep born in the past three hundred years. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ûkshak grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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. Ûkshak took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Barkeep.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Bloodstone (40 gp). Malachite (11 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp. Eye agate (13 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp).

Description: He wears a simple red robe with green stripes complete with hood. He carries with him a set of crossbows on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His cinnamon fur is knotted and matted. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, gnolls burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the east, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying east to reunite his family. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sun fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He prefers to wear flannel. He has dyed his greying rusty crest a little too much giving a sharp rusty color. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. 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. After a long history of fighting, Srorthen and his spouse have recently divorced.

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

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: He tends to wear a large white jacket. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He wears a colorful flower in his red fur. He has yellow eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 140 gp.