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Just drow things; the tamer side of drow parties. "Charhylniss." (From "Menzoberranzan, City of Intrigue.")

This is Fionn, an summer Eladrin elf barbarian who’s a teammate of my storm sorcerer.  A little backstory for him: He doesn’t remember much as a child except for surviving out in the plains and rocky badlands inexplicably until at a young age being picked up by an orc tribe. At first they were going to eat him, but he used his fire to lash out which impressed them. They trained him like any other orc child (With a dash of the expected “You are different than us” stuff from most of them), but as his fellows grew up, he didn’t really, but was sent to war and battle with them. He did well, Very well, but eventually, as the rest of his tribe died battle after battle, he was left alone again.  Lately he’s had a little bit of difficulty. He’s been interested in the lives of the non-orcs and people who look like him in civilization. He’s currently at lawful Neutral, trying to find a healthy way to live his life, bottling up a warrior instinct developed as a defense against the harshness of his previous life.  

- He's often grumpy about being 'coddled' by the main goddess of the pantheon: Titania, but he actually really appreciates the concern

Temu’s parents went to live here for research purposes (Temu assumes) but died, leaving Temu alone in the temple. Temu could cook and eat the provisions they had already had, but was all but helpless against the creatures of the deep forest. Luckily, their cooking attracted some local Killmoulis, and when Temu shared the stew they had made with them, eventually a symbiotic relationship emerged where the Killmoulis would gather ingredients for them and Temu would cook and give them shelter in the ruins of the temple. 

Lore Encyclopedia Entry #4. Blame the Ragwretches.

Lore Encyclopedia Entry #2. Who needs necromancy?

Lore Encyclopedia Entry #1.