Katji
Why hello there, my name is Katji Rogann of the Dunner. You might know us as those feline-looking sand persons who hail from the southeastern dunes.
I am tall for my kind, with a large lion-like mane and jaw but with the lustrous shadowy fur prized by my people. I can even smooth and mottle it to blend in with the shadows. I take pride in my handsome features, bright teeth, and amber eyes. With two balanced blades at my sides, sturdy agile clothes, and a cape, a deadly shadow am I. And Ladies, yes, my tail is ultra soft, dexterous and purrfectly flexible. My parents led our clan, in fact, I was often the pack leader in our hunts of those vicious werewolves who invade from our north. At least, I was. Until events conspired to force me out of my people and to question my very own way of life. It was then in a no-where excuse of a bar, where I met a questionable-looking dried old fruit of a wizard. He convinced me somehow that spending my life in aid and service as an adventurer for his town was better than drinking myself to death.
If you ask me, a bottle of Three-Moon wine isn’t that bad of an end, but apparently winding up as a pincushion for goblins or perhaps as gunk on the bottom of a Troll's foot is much more “exciting.” Besides, there are many ladies who may need some time stroking my fur as a thank-you for a daring rescue.
Leo ThunderShield
Hi, I'm Leopold Thundershield. I am a human tradesman for the far eastern shore town called Sandy Harbor. Life is good in Sandy Harbor. You can make quite a living selling to the villages, and surrounding towns. I grew up on the road with my parents traveling throughout Aleria, and when it came time I set out on my own to make my own way in the world. While being robbed by bandits, I was saved by an old wizard. He told me that I should head to 3 Oaks if I wanted to make some good money, but before I could thank him he vanished. So taking the man at his word I traveled there and discovered that the man that saved me was a legendary wizard who apparently foresaw that I would save his town. 3 Oaks gave me far more questions than answers however when I found a broken half of my family's legendary shield. Now I'm off to save this wizard and hopefully find some answers.
Makra
Makra the Orc Monk has spent most of his life searching the world for a place to belong. No place has quite felt like home to him. He has devoted his life to the ancient disciplines of the Divine and has seen many things throughout the world. On happenstance, he was traveling to 3 Oak when he got caught up in something much larger than his own pursuits and is now traveling with a strange group of individuals. Hopefully, this adventure will help answer some of his questions.
Rathian Mistweave
Rathian Mistweave is a Woodland Elf ranger from the Dark Forest in the South. Growing up in the forest didn't give Rathain a lot of practice in the social graces, or the ability to know how to handle his liquor. His overconfidence with alcohol has gotten Rathain into trouble on more than one occasion. Believed to have mastered many survival skills, Rathian set off to find the legendary wizard of 3 Oaks known as Morty.