Character Info

I was born as the eldest of twins, my sister’s name was Chlo,with a mother and a father in the middle of a small village that welcomed all races. two days after our 5th birthday, our mother died of an unidentified illness. We gathered all the doctors of the village to identify the virus to know what to do if it infects anyone else.
A couple of of years later, an arsonist was hired to burn our village down to make room for a new mining facility, I woke up at the first ember, to wake up the remaining people in my family, my father rushed to keep the exit open for us when we escaped, but as he left, the house collapsed on top of him, leaving me and Chlo to run in one direction ‘til we found civilisation, the arsonist was long gone. (Character trait, I want revenge if the arsonist is found.)
A year passed until we found a city, we grew up on the streets and slept in the sewers, we had to beg for gold and scavenge for food, we figured out an optimised route for begging and scavenging, interchanging between surface and sewers for optimised traversing. I tried to steal from the current blacksmith, but he saw me, so I pocketed the gold and ran, as he chased me, he saw that I took fast routes, back alleys, and knew when and how to jump into the sewers for maximum distance coverage, so he calmly called “Wait, you can keep it if you come ‘ere, I want you to teach me the paths you take, and if you do, I’ll teach ya how to defend yourself.”
One day, several years later, 17 year old Chlo decided to walk in one single direction once more to find a place to start again, I haven’t seen her since.
Several more years have passed, and I am good friends with the blacksmith, for he was an urchin too, he knows my preferred metal and weight for my rapier, and will repair damage without question. As it turns out, he was once a trainer for knights and squires, and also knew how to use a rapier.
I have committed a few crimes: hospitalising an abusive husband, defending myself against ra- bad people, killing one and ruptured the others left kidney, aaand stealing a few of an enchantress’ crystals.
6 months later, the first session starts.

Always has advantage on finding food-next successful roll will allow to always find food when available in range determined by DM

Salazar was born in a wealthy family. His father is a captain in the heavy cavalry and is brother to General Brar Zophik (commander of the armies of Aneka) and comes form a long line of military men. Although not in line for any greater positions, Salazar's father holds the title of Lord. Salazar has 2 brothers, both of whom serve in the Duke's army. Aneka is home to the royal palace. It is home to King Thedros Madea IV but it is known that Duke Jular Tonver does most of the governing in the great city. Salazar always feared that he did not live up to the Zophik name and reputation from a young age. His uncle being so highly ranked (however rotund and lazy people think he is) and his father being a hero, he was always in the shadow of his 2 very physical and intimidating older brothers. It was his mother who realised his aptitude for book learning. His station in life afforded the family some privilege and with a well placed letter to the arcane academy "Lady Hawksbury's Arcane University for the Thaumaturgically Gifted" saw him enrolled when he was of the appropriate age. It wasn't long before he received credits for multiple wizarding degrees. It was conjuration magic that saw him to his bachelor's degree. Whilst excelling in the arts and even developing a style of his own, Salazar is still the awkward shut in he was as a youth. However, seeing the pride in his fathers eyes at his graduation ceremony filled him with joy. He over heard his father tell the Earl "See! What did I tell you? we're not just men of war we are men science and the arts. Mark my words, that boy will shape the future of this house"! It was these words that gave Salazar the confidence to venture out in to the world away from the shelter of home, the university and the city. To seek wisdom, knowledge and power.

Ereborn Breakshield – Sean Wise Mountain Dwarf Cleric



Ereborn is a Warpriest of renown amongst his Mountain Dwarves Clan, the Silverbeards. Possessing the strength of his father, Clan General Morindan Silverbeard, his abilities shone through from adolescence, equally in his studies of the Faith and the battlefield. Breakshield was the name given to him on the battle of Mordaenans Grief, during an unprovoked attack by sworn enemies, an Orog Orc War party, lead by Warchief Gruumdar of the Bloodspatter Clan.   As his mighty Father lay prone at Gruumdar's feet he broke the line of priests protecting the Temple, leaping into the air and shattering Gurumdar's Great spiked Tower shield into pieces and delivering a deathblow to the Head in one mighty strike. His kin witnessed a call of Lightning rain as Erebon screamed a death curse in Primordial (Elemental) speak, as though through Divine Intervention, Kord's omen was to save his clans bloodline. However, in the chaos, whilst rushing to his Fathers Aid, a group of Orog's, led by a Shaman, broke through the Temples defenses, stealing the Gaelia Stone from the temples altar, a glowing relic, framed in Silver mined and smithed by Master Thoradin Silverbeard 400 years ago),  opening up an Astral Portal and escaping, leaving the Priest regiment slaughtered in their wake. The Relic forms a bond to Mountain, Clan and Kord. Ereborn has set out to reclaim the relic, as he blames himself for choosing to break tactical lines to defend his Father, and the slaughter of his Priest cohorts, including his dear friend and teacher Buranor, whom the Shaman slayed. For 10 long years he has searched for the Gaelia stone. He feels the heavy responsibility to reclaim it......and grows more wary, impatient and obsessed the farther his search extends, and the long days away from home pass by. He also searches for why on that day and time, he could suddenly speak the Elemental Primordial tongue, the favored magical beasts that appear in homage to Kord. Whilst none of his kin blames him for the loss of the relic, his personal promise and oath was sworn to his Grandfather and King, Duathal Silverbeard, to return only with relic - for Clan Glory and reparation to Kord.

Zorron the Mischeivous – Ashton Wise Tiefling Bard

Zorron can only be described as a little bit naughty. But his charm allows him to get away with his mischevious acts, and to avoid the sideway glances an infernal Tiefling inevitability gets at every local tavern. In the town of Arackogra (a drangonborn lead sub city with few "lessor"races) he established himself as quite the Entertainer and Storyteller, ascending to the Court entertainer for Lord Jonquin. Over time all grew fond of him. So good was his skills that when his Liege decided to crack down on what he termed "loose morals" in the Province, Zorron convinced him to rescind draconian laws, leading a Diplomatic protest for courting practices and dating...until of course Lord Jonquin discovered this included his niece Jasmin and a certain charming, charismatic Bard. Let's just say Zorron found a reason to leave Arackogra. Quickly.  And not in a hurry to return. After travelling for some time, using his skills to trick the odd traveller out of some coin he happened upon a particularly gullible looking Dragon Maiden who appeared to be a church acolyte. Underestimating her keen eye he was caught. She promised him forgiveness if he travelled East with her to spread the word of Uime. Honestly going in to foreign Eastern lands was a scary thought, but if you are going that far East you are best to have a righteous gigantic dragonborn there to protect you.

I am a dragonborn clan maiden who was exiled from her clan for accidentally killing another dragonborn. As a means of redemption in the eyes of my people I turned to the church of Uime. Training as a paladin battle maiden I have found my true calling. I then founded the Golden temple of Uime and began my pilgrimage to the East to see if the lessor races still followed the dragon god. On my travels I happened upon a Tiefling who tried to grift me out of some coin. His recompense was to follow me East and make up for his misdoings.

Squall of the Tjaarn, was raised on Tjaarn. The Clan and the Island have the same name, it may have been different but Tjaarn has been lost and isolated for so long the inhabitants just sort of accepted that the place and their peoples should be called the same.
The Tjaarn were once different races, but minimal resources, time, and necessity means the remaining Tjaarn on Tjaarn have melded into a predominantly Half Orc culture; Mixing old faiths and magics together to become Tjaarn.
Squall was raised in a family responsible for repairing structures and admonishing the regular storms that assaulted Tjaarn. In her hubris she attempted to perform a ritual to make a tidal irregularity subside, it beat against a cliff of the island with a regularity unlike natural waves. She stood atop the cliffs edge and shouted into the wind, then a wave came up and grabbed her from her perch.
Squall was taken from Tjaarn and cast adrift till she washed ashore in Drisos.
Being a superstitious people, Squall of Tjaarn has decided she was brought to Drisos by a storm, and must therefore be here to deal with a storm of some sort on this larger land.