Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a hand crossbow on his belt. He wears his cinnamon fur down. This copper eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tree 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 wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 250 pp.

Description: A 6'8" western man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His purple hair has been sun bleached extensively. His fierce black eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His first spouse was a Navigator, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He dresses like a well dressed Weaver does. He wears his chestnut hair down. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. After coming to the age of reason, Darrak took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 150 pp. Alexandrite (1400 gp). Rose (50 gp).

Description: This malnourished man is dressed in a clean yellow cloak covering his clean studded leather. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Namfoodle was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warlock, 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 Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Deep blue spinel (1200 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, pastel cloak. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.