“Hi! I’m Paige. The beginning of my story is a little sad, so I’m skipping that. Basically, I’m a bookkeeper for Candlekeep, and I get sent on top secret, state of the art missions to save the world from these evil books. Right now, I’m working to stop Vecna from taking over the multiverse, while also dealing with my love life and abandonment issues. Worth noting, I’ve yet to meet a lock I couldn’t pick!” 

Raised by her mother and grandmother in the Moonwood of Faerun, Jeltra feels a strong connection to the natural world around her. A few years after her mother’s passing, Jeltra found herself adventuring with a rag-tag group of carnival performers from the Witchlight Carnival. This gave her the perfect opportunity to hone her skills. While adventuring in the Feywild, Jeltra learned that her grandmother is none other than the witch Zybilna, aka Tasha. It is Tasha who has now sent Jeltra on a quest to reconstruct the Rod of Seven Parts and face Vecna before he destroys the worlds.

Tiefling Warlock, Zephyr Tides-Mendax, grew up in a city of ancient magic with literal World Saving Heroes as parents. In rebellion, Zephyr was a truly hellacious (and winged) child often getting mixed up with nefarious groups and schemes. Now she is mostly reformed and trying to reach the highest levels of magic while finding her way back to the love of her life.  

It’s been a hell of a ride for dear old Brishen. A veteran character of our pre-stream campaign days, after starting out as a con-artist and dwarf, running from his fate, he died and ended up resurrected as a dragon born (without his BEARD?!). He could forgive the change, as it lead him to his first and truest love. Within a year, attempting to save that love and faerun itself from Acererak’s death curse, he ended up shunted across the multiverse. After spending the last 30 years fighting his way back to Faerun, he found his ex remarried (he’s happy for him, no really!) and the multiverse back in peril… oh but now he has the last lich he killed stuck in his chest. It’s a living.  

You would think having an insatiable black hole for a soul would turn anyone into a walking edgelord. You might also think a man that delights in eating the soul of every monster he meets would eventually succumb to the darkness inside. You might be right. But for me, growing another pair of arms and slurping up souls with my trusty neck-mouth is just another day. Of course, eventually I'll have to... Is that bird's wings made of blood...? CAN I EAT IT?!