Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has no fur. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Nimble was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Nimble liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 290 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a simple tan robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His white hair is braided into rings. His eyes are likewise silver. His teeth are white and perfect.

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 is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Through the years after Valafar was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Valafar's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Valafar and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Revenge; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Flaws: Antagonistic, Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 15000 sp.

Description: This malnourished man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His black hair is knotted and matted. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Aerdeth was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his 14th 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Map Maker for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep yellow leather and dull grey iron scale mail. He carries with him a set of axes on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His white hair is still thick. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. 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, Namfoodle is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Namfoodle was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He tends to his Baker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Banded mail. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His white hair is lengthy. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.