Description: This man stands a little under 6'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has styled his orange fur well, parting it to the left. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he wants revenge against illithids

Flaws: Insane, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 600 pp. Citrine (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Jasper (50 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Sard (50 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. He has violet eyes.

Personality: Morkral speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Morkral lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Laucian was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man prefers to wear flannel. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his right hand. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Flaws: Sensitive, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 100 gp.