Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a pastel and brown handkerchief worn on his left side, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. He wears his golden hair up. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Architect but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in the west to a Architect, Theriatis learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Architect.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 40 pp. A small bag of saffron. (90 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (100 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears baggy violet pantaloons and a black scarf. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His gray fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Flask was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries with him a set of pickaxes on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hamil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive, Hedonist. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His copper eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. 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 raised in a desert tribe. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 600 sp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (70 gp).