Adventurers

Aeliana

Elient 24, 1472 (age 19)
Mintarn (Sea of Swords, 300 miles SW of Waterdeep)
Young and of average build, with red hair and the fair skin and deep blue eyes typical of her presumably Illuskan heritage.

Born (she presumes) on the island of Mintarn, Aeliana never knew anything of her parents. Left with and raised by a small, austere sect of monks, but growing into adolescence in the service and under the protection of "Happy" Gorendor, leader of the local Thieves Guild, she believed she was destined for that life until an error in judgement with disastrous repercussions left her marked for death by the Zhentarim and bereft of the Guild's protection. Promptly and unceremoniously smuggled off the island, Aeliana found herself dumped on the mainland to fend for herself, alone.

Anya (Frikki)

Eleasis 19, 1477 (age 14)
Yartar (Dessarin Valley, 250 miles E of Neverwinter)
Very young, slim and diminutive, might pass for a small, bronze-toned half-elf if you don't look too closely.

Anya, who goes by the name "Frikki", was born to a young human mother who, Nora said, died shortly afterwards. Nora ran a brothel in Yartar and raised Frikki as her foster child, where she learned some basic thieving skills, especially how to keep out of the way and not be noticed. But, when she was about 12, Frikki was caught by some thugs, who called her a demon freak and ruthlessly cut off her wings and horns. She nearly bled to death, then got sick with a fever, but Nora found a very handsome healer to save her. A couple of years later, Nora was murdered and Frikki realised it was time to get out of Yartar.

Mir'ek

Eleint 22, 1472 (age 19)
Southern Greypeak Mountains (SE of Loudwater and SW of Llorkh)
Tall, even for a half-orc, with flaming red hair; usually dressed in eye-catching bikini armour that accentuates her form.

The orcs called her “Mir’ek” – “child of bear” – an honorific, for the bear is sacred to Luthic. And, though she was a slave, they taught her to fight and ensured she would win, but they despised her mixed blood and gentle empathy towards the creatures and those around her. Vowing to crush Mir'ek's spirit, Urzul took as much joy in Mir'ek's persecution as in her victories in the fighting pits, and crush her it nearly did.

Mir’ek is not usually a lady of many words. Though she appears ever ready for battle, and her brawn is certainly impressive, she prefers to use her words more than her battleaxe. But she does not talk of her past. The scars of her heritage are scattered across her body, but the horrors she endured, and what was needed to escape them, she chooses not to speak of.

The goddess guides her now, speaking over the pain and the clamouring voices and visions of those she has killed, offering strength in inner peace and the certainty of a better path to victory.

Mordecai

Nightal 16, 1355 (age 33)
Easting (Western Heartlands, 50 miles E of Iriaebor)
Tall and trim, shoulder-length, wavy, copper red hair and a full, well-maintained beard. His eyes are an unusual shade of indigo with Lichtenberg scarring under them.

An only-child, Mordecai left home at 13, as was customary, to find and write his epic life path. He wandered for a time, earning survival as an entertainer and refining his skills, eventually settling near the fortified city of Hluthvar where, one indelible day, he met the Lady, a beauty unlike any he had ever seen - hair as black as midnight, alabaster skin that glowed like moonlight, lips as darkened as her hair and purple eyes so deep and captivating he could not drop his gaze. They walked and talked as if lovers and, when he leaned in and she pressed her lips against his..."

Mordecai woke in a bed that was not his in a cottage he did not know in a town he did not recognise. And he was magic - he could feel it simmering under his skin.

So he became a travelling magician and skáld in training. A reformed conman. An "introducer" to noble courts. A man who knows his greatest assets are his voice and wit, who woke up one day far away from the home he knew, imbued with sorcery he never had and is still trying to wrap his head around. What happened he cannot recall, but he remembers that kiss.

The Monday Misadventures Gang