Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Travok 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. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born in the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Travok took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears dull red sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed dagger, just in case. His hair is silver and very short. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and balancing his hectic life and new crown-heir responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Opinionated, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Terse, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 230 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His auburn hair is lengthy. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Nazû was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 6000 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1800 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2300 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2300 gp).

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'0" when asserting himself. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Howard was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Carter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Howard fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: 5'9" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a blue shirt with thin white vertical stripes and brown pants. His orange fur is still thick. His yellow eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born in the west. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 340 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.