Description: This man is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and grey handkerchief worn on his left side, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His lavender fur is lengthy. He has hazel eyes and a brown hat with a grey feather.

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 Tabaxi in existence. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He tends to his Architect job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to be a scribe again

Ideals: Justice, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love, Military, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 700 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This eastern man dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a black coat with brown slacks. His clothes are grease stained in places. He wears his red hair down. 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 can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted, Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and carries hammers. His white hair is lengthy. His eyes are a pleasant silver.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Andram fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a brown shirt with thin red vertical stripes and brown pants. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Quarion's homeland. Quarion decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 170 pp. A delicate brass dragon egg (60 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He tends to wear a large violet jacket. He has red hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in the east to a Apothecary, Thradal learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1400 sp. Bloodstone (60 gp). Obsidian (7 gp).