Meet The Heroes

Race: Human [Urikite] Gender: Male Alignment: CN

Class: Fighter Level: 6 Fighter Archetype: Dervish

Age: 25 Hair: Dark, square-cut main Skin: Fair Eyes: Blue Height: 6’ Weight: 175 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Hawkish nose, shaggy hair.

Faith: AIR (Chan)

Background: Criminal/Spy

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Many have heard the stories of Hassimir the Brave, a Urikite soldier and swordsman of legendary prowess, a man of noble blood, belonging to one of the old, revered families of Urik, who became a champion of the common people, protecting them from both criminals and tyrants alike, sometimes alone, and sometimes with his loyal band of valiant warriors. When people hear the name “Hassimir” they think of someone virtuous and charitable, quite handsome, and all-around a great guy. That is why it is a great name for a wandering sword-for-hire.

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The original Hassimir, if there was one, would have to be dead, or far too old to go adventuring nowadays. In any case, no one seemed to be using the name, and so, the man who now calls himself Hassimir claimed it, because he needed a new identity, and this one came with great brand-recognition.

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He was born “Zaidu”, not to a noble house, but in a brothel, in a Urikite slum to “Seda the gypsy” a woman who was not a Urikite. He never knew his father but was told he was an officer in the army of Hamanu.

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Young Zaidu flirted with a life of crime but eventually enlisted in the army himself as a grunt. He was hoping for glory and adventure, but found the realities of warfare horrifying. The worst came when his regiment was sent to teach a lesson to a rebel faction, by sacking a settlement that had given the rebels quarter. His regiment took the town of Farwell easily, but the atrocities he witnessed were too much to bear. Zaidu deserted in the night and never looked back.

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Disillusioned with military life, Zaidu returned to the criminal ways of his upbringing. Now styling himself as Hassimir, he seeks fortune and fame however he can. What fortune he finds he quickly spends on wine and women. Forever running from the horrors of his past he is desperate to live in the present, to enjoy life while he is alive and free. Although he is nowhere near as virtuous or refined as the Hassimir of legend, he tries to be heroic in his own way.

Race: Halfling Gender: Male Alignment: LN

Class: Cleric Level: 6 Domain: Shaman

Age: 22 Hair: A tangled mess of red, filthy, dreadlocks Skin: Tan

Eyes: Green Height: 3’ Weight: 50 lb.

Distinguishing Features: No sense of personal space whatsoever; always frustrated at the “big, dumb, people’s” lack of awareness concerning halfling customs, culture, and the world around them. General lack of interest in money/coins, though does like shiny baubles (gems, shells, even colored glass), which he decorates his unwashed mane with. Totally unapologetic in his halfling ways.

Faith: EARTH (Sunnis)

Background: Tribal Shaman

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For countless generations, the halflings of the Olden-Pine clan had protected the Emerald River from outsiders and invading evil from beyond the great mountains to the east. Amongst them, a young tribal priest, Basha, has always been a gifted, albeit reckless, protector of his ancestral home.

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One night, a council meeting of all surrounding tribes was held. The local elder shaman deemed it Basha’s destiny to leave these land and go forth to the realms of the “Desert Giants” and be part of an epic quest to rid the world of an ancient hatred awakening in the south that threatens to devour all life and goodness left in the world. For too long, the children of the Forest Ridge have separated themselves from the rest of the dying planet, but no longer! If Athas has any hope to survive, it is up to the Children of the Earth-Mother to step in and lead the charge.

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Gathering what tribal fetishes, herbal cures, and magical items the shaman-elders gifted to the tiny-witch-doctor, Basha has left the safety of his jungle-paradise and now ventures forth into the hellish wastelands of the swirling desert void…

Race: Ssurran Gender: Male Alignment: NG

Class: Ranger Level: 6 Ranger Archetype: Beast Master

Age: 12 Skin: Tan Eyes: Green Height: 5’10 Weight: 175 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Bone-like ridges on face, jaw, and chin.

Faith: EARTH (Sunnis)

Background: Tribal Hunter

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Kassak hails from the Scorched Plateau, north from the Tyr region. A wanderer and vagabond, he has traversed the hellish sands between Tyr and Bodach countless times, and spent some years acting as a scout and tracker for the Merchant House of Wavir in Balic.

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On his last excursion into the wastelands, his caravan was attacked by a tribe of gnoll slavers, and he and his fellow Wavir employees were thrown in chains, destined to be sold at market in Tyr, for King Kalak’s mud-brick pits. This predicament did not last long.  One night, amongst a drunken brawl between his gnoll captors, Kassak and his friends incited a riot in the slave-camp and made their escape, slaying several of their captors, grabbing what weapons and supplies they could, and disappearing into the cold Athasian desert night.

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For the past several months, Kassak has been stalking his former captors, using his skills as a desert tracker to stealthily hunt his vile quarry, picking off several of these slavers little by little, thinning the herd, if you will.  His goal is to find the gnoll’s elusive desert fortress and slay their leader, to finally put an end to these wicked slavers once and for all.

Race: Braxat Gender: Male Alignment: CN

Class: Fighter Level: 6 Martial Archetype: Gladiator

Age: 150 Hair: White Skin: Tan Eyes: Silvery Height: 14’ Weight: 1,400 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Numerous tattoos and brands of past owners, tribal scars.

Faith: EARTH (Sunnis)

Background: Outlander

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Terric Twin-horn hails from the lands north of Tyr, near the Scorched Plateau. A proud warrior of the Iron-horn tribe, Terric was ambushed and thrown into the gladiatorial arena of Urik a few years ago. The blood-soaked arena of Hamanu proved to be a blessing in disguise, as here is where the monstrous warrior honed his skill in battle, and has made quite a name for himself.

Race: Human [Urikite] Gender: Male Alignment: CG

Class: Cleric Level: 6 Domain: Air

Age: 25 Hair: Brown Skin: Tan Eyes: Brown Height: 5’10 Weight: 140 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Born with the divine mark of Chan going down the right side of face.

Faith: AIR (Chan)

Background: Caravan Guard

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Born in the village of Makla, near the city-state of Urik, Leth is no stranger to that region. Despite the acclaim of Hamanu’s armies, Leth was never talented enough in warfare to join their ranks directly, nor did he have the talent or disposition to attempt to pursue being a Templar. At most he provided healing aid or helped with meal preparation and other grunt work for some of their outlying companies that kept the surrounding region of Makla safe. It was enough to keep him out of the slave pens for the obsidian quarries in his younger years. He left his life in the village in his late teen years after it was clear he would come to no great acclaim in any capacity in Urik directly and was too curious about Athas and his pursuit of elemental air magics to live a simple village life in Makla.

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His father, Borne, a man in his early 50’s still resides in the village with his brother Shent (Leth’s uncle.) His mother has passed away.

Race: Half-Elf Gender: Male Alignment: CN

Class: Wizard Level: 6 Arcane Tradition: Evocation

Age: 20 Hair: White, shaven, top-knot Skin: Fair Eyes: Pale Blue

Height: 5’8 Weight: 130 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Tattoos of arcane symbols covering most of body and face.

Faith: AIR (Chan)

Background: Haunted One

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Abandoned at birth by his elven mother deep within the Great Alluvial Sand Wastes, the half-elf infant was luckily found shortly thereafter by Octavius Oz-Gora, a wealthy merchant from House Amketch of Tyr. Octavius raised the child as his own, showering him with attention, kindness, and wisdom. He grew up within the ranks of nobility in the city-state of Tyr, and as he matured into young adulthood at 13, started taking on responsibilities of the day to day activities of the budding merchant house. But all was not well within the young dynasty. His older brother, Torug, was always jealous of his father’s attention towards the half-elf, and devised a wicked plan to rid himself of this problem….

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While on a routine trade journey to the City-state of Nibenay, Tan’s brother Torug hired a band of Gith mercenaries to assassinate Tan, but things did not go as planned for the spiteful older brother. The gith attacked the small caravan, but blood-lust and greed overtook the Gith, and they ended up burning, looting, and killing the entire caravan, including Octavius and Torug himself! Thankfully, Tan managed to escape, and ran into the desert night.

 

When Tan awoke the next morning, he found himself lost and alone. He wandered for days without food and water, tormented by guilt that he could not defend his father and family members during the Gith attack. Exhausted and dying of exposure, Tan eventually collapsed…

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When he came to, he discovered that he had been rescued by an old Jozhal hermit living in a hidden oasis settlement somewhere deep in The Ivory Triangle. The hermit, a creature named Zhan-Hua-Ti, nursed Tan back to health and saved his life. In thanks, the half-elven young man stayed with the odd little reptile, helping him around the small settlement. It was here that Zhan-Hua-Ti noticed that the boy had an aptitude for magic, being a preserver-wizard himself, began Tan’s training as a mage. 

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Tan spent years under the Jozhal’s strict tutelage, learning the mystical arcane arts, and the difference between preserving and defiling arcane magic. When he was of age, he set off from his teacher’s home and headed west towards Tyr, hoping to reunite with what's left of his adoptive family and claim his rightful place in The Merchant House of Amketch.

Race: Elf Gender: Male Alignment: CN

Class: Rogue Level: 5 Roguish Archetype: Athasian Bard

Age: 28 Hair: Dark Brown, long with beads and feathers Skin: Light Tan

Eyes: Green Height: 6’10 Weight: 150 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Several traditional elvish tattoos on face and body, mostly in red and black ink, including the following: abstract patterns; an Athasian jackal's head; the bow of Coraanu; the moons Ral and Guthay- one a crescent, the other a half-moon (their phases at the time of Lokti's birth), 4 piercings on each ear, made of bone, ceramic, and colored stones.

Faith: AIR (Chan)

Background: Criminal/Spy

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Lokti was trained in the ways of poison-use by his grandfather Okiim, a master bard. The students of Okiim work as assassins and saboteurs for the Silver Hand, to undermine the clan's enemies, particularly their business rivals.

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Once, while conducting an operation against a human merchant house (House Vordon of Ty), he was deceived by one of their agents (a human no-less), who used him to get the better of the Silver Hand, allowing a valuable cache to be plundered and leading to the death of a fellow Silver Hand bard.

Having shamed his clan, Lokti lives in exile. He hopes to steal and con his way back into their good graces, by seeking revenge on the merchant house that wronged him, and stealing back a signet of his society of bards (stolen from the dead fellow-bard). (character bond)

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Due to a life of stealing and shady deals, Lokti often goes by false identities, recently posing as Traako of Tyr, a humble tea & herb merchant. When an enemy began getting close, however, he had to secretly burn down his own stand and disappear once more.

Race: Ssurran Gender: Male Alignment: CG

Class: Barbarian Level: 5 Primal Path: Path of the Ancestral Guardian

Age: 18 Skin: Brown w/gray underbelly Eyes: Red Height: 6’4

Weight: 350 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Bony growths on head and face, slave brands, ritualistic scaring.

Faith: FIRE (Zaaman-Rul)

Background: Far Traveler

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For years, Vargass hunted and stalked wild game with his people far north of the Tyr Region, in a volcanic area known as the Scorched Plateau. Here, he and his tribe, the Fire-Scale, have always been free from the tyranny of the Dragon-kings, until one fateful day, Vargass and a group of fellow tribesmen were ambushed by a well-organized band of slavers from Urik. The savage lizardfolk were thrown in chains and taken to the infamous arena of Urik, The Black-Pit of Death! Here, the lizardfolk were pit against some of Athas’ deadliest beasts and gladiators until only one remained, Vargass. After some time, the hulking lizardman was purchased by a noble in Nibenay, but Vargass never reached his destination; somewhere between Urik and Nibenay, Vargass saw an opportunity and attacked his captors, slaying several of them and escaping into the burning sands beyond.

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Vargass now finds himself a stranger in a strange land. He survives by the knowledge of his tribe, and hiring out his impressive combat skills as a soldier of fortune. He plans to return to his homeland someday, but for now, he’s having too much fun being knee deep in carnage and adventure in the Tyr region!

Race: Tarek Gender: Male Alignment: CN

Class: Barbarian Level: 5 Primal Path: Path of the Beast

Age: 20 Hair: Fuzz Skin: Mustard Eyes: Black Height: 6’6 Weight: 300 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Tattoos and tribal scars.

Faith: EARTH (Sunnis)

Background: Wanderer

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Driven from his home in the Ringing Mountains, Chuul has accepted the wandering lifestyle.  His Barbarian animal form caused many problems in his home village of Kull within of Thunder Hills, as in his childhood, tarek children would taunt him into a rage, forcing him to cause all manner of carnage and destruction within the tribal community.  Seeing a major threat to the village, the elders banished Chuul at an early age for the survival and greater-good of the tribe.

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Chuul has started to tattoo his left arm with scenes of past victories.  He plans to be completed tatted before retiring.

Race: Thri-kreen Gender: Male Alignment: CG

Class: Ranger Level: 5 Ranger Archetype: Hunter

Age: 7 Skin: Sandy-yellow chitin Eyes: Red Height: 7’ Weight: 300 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Battle-scared chitin, Air elemental glyphs carved into chest and arms.

Faith: AIR (Chan)

Background: Caravan Guard

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Ga-Rak hails from the Crimson Savanah, a far distance from the Tyr region. He possess a strong wanderlust, and never stays in one place for very long. He has an intense curiosity to find out what’s beyond the next sand dune, or what surprises lay past the next canyon.

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Ga-Rak is a cheerful and optimistic kreen, always ready to help others and defend his clutch. He takes this very seriously, and expects the same level of kinship and sacrifice from his party, though unfortunately, this is often not the case, for the hearts and minds of men are fickle...

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For a few years now, Ga-Rak has taken the role of caravan guard for various merchant houses throughout the region, and is always ready for the next excursion into the wastes.

Race: Nikaal Gender: Male Alignment: LG

Class: Psion Level: 5 Psionic Origins: Telepath

Age: 5 Skin: Gray/tan underbelly Eyes: Pale Blue Height: 7’

Weight: 200 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Inquisitive eyes, a bone mask crafted from a tembo’s skull, and a permanent grin. He has a  flowing black cloth that he tends to wear as a shawl.

Faith: AIR (Chan)

Background: Far Traveler

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Ral's tribe, the Behanzin have long forgotten their origins but they know one thing: they are not from these lands. To them this is a liberating thought. With no place to go back to, they will forever be guests surviving in an unwelcoming domain, a fact that they take great pride in.

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When Ral reached adulthood he ventured off to start his own journey. He wanted to not only explore, but experience these lands and participate in the stories they have to offer. With a flourish, he cloaked himself in a black shawl and fearsome headdress then headed off into the lands beyond.

Race: Pterran Gender: Male Alignment: CG

Class: Cleric Level: 5 Domain: Fire

Age: 18 Hair: None Skin: Dark Green Eyes: Red Height: 6’1

Weight: 200 lb.

Distinguishing Features: Arms, back, and face are ritualistically-scared with elemental fire runes.

Faith: FIRE (Zaaman-Rul)

Background: Acolyte

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Born beneath the burning summer sun to parents that also were of the Path of the Divine, Blazing-Sun diligently followed in their footsteps since coming of age in the distant village of Lost Scale. Since early youth, he showed great aptitude in the divine arts of Fire, and has been blessed with the might of the elements in great and mighty ways ever since choosing his life-path.