Aelith, as a Triton Druid who has long lived beneath the seas, you have noticed a larger frequency of ships that have been sailing the waters near your home. You’ve swam next to some of these ships and heard them speak of a “new continent that is yielding all kinds of riches and relics.” On one such day, there are three large ships full of passengers, but today is different – you watch in horror as beings known as Kraken Priests summon a Kraken to snap one of the ships in half. You try to save as many as you can as they’re plunged into the sea, some in heavy armor sinking into the black depths of the oceans before you can do anything. You had heard rumors that these Kraken Priests were manipulating a race on this nearby island of Kuo-Toa for some purpose… and they needed a relic of some kind… you’ve no doubt, whatever relic they needed was probably on the ship that they’ve snapped in half.
Azula, you were a the sole daughter of Ri’ken, the tribal chief, or king, on Feylinar, the small, remote island home of the Tabaxi. The island of Feylinar remained unknown for centuries, thought to be completely inhospitable and uninhabited, until about sixty years ago, when pirates came to the island and discovered the Tabaxi population, and enslaved them, and sold them into slavery, where the rich often purchased Tabaxi as “pets” and a means of displaying their wealth. A vile human named Ternarius, purchased you and paraded you around. However, with the help of one of his servants, a “witch” as some called her (though in truth, she was a sorceress) named Abilgetha, you were freed. She was able to visit you in the shelter near by as a plan was being made, and she was able to teach you some magic; but she was eventually accused of liberating you and hung for her crimes. The last thing she told you was to get off the continent, and so you booked passage aboard The Everstar and headed for a new continent called Vareen, with hopes of one day returning home to see what your island home looks like, and if need be, reclaim your throne…
Bronk Thunderaxe, you once served in a massive orc army known as The Broken Hand. This army of evil was massive and vicious. When the Broken Hand marched on a city or town, by the time they had left, there were rarely any survivors to speak of the horrors that they endured. As a soldier in this army, you rose through the ranks. You were destined for greatness, until one day, something changed in you. You stood against the Captain of the Army and refused to follow his orders. In an act that you can not even begin to explain – you drew your sword, cleaved his chest – then fought off other orcs, who jumped on you. You earned many scars that night, as you fled. But something called to you; a light within your soul, you felt touched by the gods. However, as a Bugbear, the general population will despise you and not trust you, but you know that is part of the challenge before your road as you seek redemption.
Flint, you had spent your life, stealing from the rich to give back to the poor. Through your travels, you’ve seen a lot. You also often acted as a guide for people across the lands, one such expedition, tragedy struck and as you were leading people across a dangerous mountain path, the mountain revealed her true nature – she’d been a dormant volcano, and when she awoke that day, there was nowhere for anyone to go as landslides and lava tumbled down the side. The sounds of their screams of horror and pain still haunt you, as the sole survivor of that tragic incident. You succumbed to things to numb the pain and silence the voices, and eventually found yourself on The Evenstar, a ship headed for a new continent called Vareen in hopes of perhaps losing yourself or recreating yourself… in a land where none will know you.
Lani, as an Aasimar, angelic blood flows through your veins. It is perhaps for that reason, you were beckoned and chosen by the gods to become one of their Holy Warriors – a Paladin. You have served the Church of the Gathered faithfully primarily fighting the forces of The Broken Hand, however, a few years ago – something happened. Eight of the Gathered suddenly went silent. Those that followed them suddenly lost their abilities to channel divine magic. Rumors circulated that the gods had been slain. Then it happened again, three more of the Gathered had gone silent, and those that served them lost their powers to channel divine magic. All of this centered from the continent of Vareen, so you booked passage aboard The Evenstar to find out what’s going on…
Sage, you are a half-elf who fell in love with an elf by the name of Bergeoff Raethran, who as a High Elf, often found the prim and proper living of the “snooty” High Elves a tad too boring, so he often stole or cheated as much as he could, just to seek out a thrill. However, one of those times, he was in a human town and was caught. Fortune was with him, because his brother Arem was there to help defend him. However, it was clear that these humans would seek to find him again, and did so several nights later. He needed to make himself disappear, and so he snuck onto a ship, with his brother headed for Vareen. When you learned this you booked passage as well, on a different ship, The Evenstar, leaving the same day.
Silas Heron, as an Aarakocra, you have found great freedom granted you by flight. Rare is it that you can ever find greater peace, then ascending just above the clouds, and looking down, and seeing the world washed away, buried beneath the white snow of clouds. Recently, something shifted not only in magic, but the very fabric of Ki energy, which you and your order, feel is the “breath of the world.” That shift originated from this new continent called Vareen. Your order has selected you to seek out what this change was; as an Aarakocra you will not be bound by land, like many in the Order. The distance between the main continent of Tawaim to Vareen, even by ship, is several weeks, so far too great to fly, so you’ve booked passage aboard The Evenstar in this quest…
Trinket, you hail from a hilly, relatively unknown island called Warrenden Down, and specifically the den – which is the Harengon’s name of a “village” – within the hills called Fiver’ith. You are the child of Hazel’rah, the chief. You have heard the stories and legends of Ella’hrayda, the great mischief maker, and your father has often said Ella’s blood flows in your veins, for you have always been drawn to shiny objects and a curiosity that seems impossible to quench. When you heard about riches and treasures coming from this new continent of Vareen, you could barely contain yourself. You booked passage to the main continent of Tawaim, and from there, snuck aboard The Evenstar (unaware of the custom of paying for things, for Harengon’s have never truly used coin, everything was always done in trades… so you did not realize, you’d illegally become a stoway, after all, you did leave a large bag of carrots on the dock as payment…
