<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9fcAVHJ.png)</div>Maud (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1125766)<br/><br/>Maud the Bugbear wasted no time as he unstrapped himself from his seat on the ship's bridge. Standing at seven feet, he is perhaps the tallest and broadest of the crew; his shaggy bearish visage, with awfully large furred pointed ears on the sides, displays a perpetual frown that would make anyone think twice in provoking him.<br/><br/>“I’ll go gear up on ahead.  I leave all the planning and talk to the lot of you.”<br/><br/>Waiting for no reply from the others Maud exits out through the swishing doors of the bridge and heads further into the ship's interior.  The tapping of his heavy booted feet echoed on the metallic flooring of the hallway, and after a short walk he reached his quarters.  The first thing Maud’s catlike eyes directed itself to would be to his personalized axe musket which was affixed to a wall, which he calls, Reaper.  It’s a weapon that he gained in a short period of time while with this crew, and it has served him quite well, cleaving up enemies when they were close enough, or gunning them down at the distance.  But that wasn’t the first thing he went for; instead he headed for the nearby armor stand, which holds his agile breastplate armor.  It would take some time but he went about in suiting up in the armor.<br/><br/>Once finally garb, he gave the metal breastplate a couple of light poundings for good measure, more out of habit than anything actually, and proceeded back toward the wall of weapons, where he got a black leather sap which he slung to the back of his belt; followed by a pair of throwing axes that he holstered to his sides; last but not the least he picked up and cradled Reaper close to him.<br/><br/>“Let’s go and make us some money, shall we.”  He whispered to it, snuggling it like as if it where his better half.  Maud then lumbered to where the other were gathered.  “So, what did I miss?”<br/>