Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a nunchaku on his belt. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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: He was raised in a desert tribe. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lucan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 8000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He likes to wear brown tank tops with red pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his hand crossbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Efferil speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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 has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 gp. Eye agate (14 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. His brown hair is knotted and matted. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Vanuath was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 2000 gp.