Description: He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. He carries with him a set of scythes, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His fur is short and brown. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

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 seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: The child of a Actor, who enjoyed hunting, Drifting was taken on many hunting expeditions. In his 19th 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. White pearl (120 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length gray fur. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Flask is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. The war was a terrible time for him, and Flask does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His childhood dream was to be a Mason, but he was a colossal failure. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1700 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He keeps his beige fur in a flapper bob. His yellow eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and tabaxi compassion

Flaws: Sensitive, Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 3000 sp. Eye agate (9 gp). 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: A 5'1" southern man, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is an amazing painter.

History: Varis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, 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 Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Varis abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature warhammer.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents, and he perpetually has his crossbow ready. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Balimaar 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and balancing his hectic life and new miller responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 40 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp).