Elara Greenbriar was born on the edge of the ancient and mystical Eldergrove Forest. Her mother, a respected elven druid, and her father, a skilled human ranger, both imparted their deep reverence and love for nature to her. Despite her upbringing, Elara's path diverged from the pure druidic traditions of her mother, embracing instead the skills and lifestyle of a ranger, much like her father. From a young age, Elara showcased an exceptional talent with the bow, a gift she honed under her father’s watchful eye. She combined this with her mother’s teachings, learning to harness the subtle magics of nature to aid her in her endeavors. Her attire, crafted from leaves, vines, and natural materials, reflected her affinity with the wild and her dual heritage. Elara roamed the vast expanses of Eldergrove and beyond, serving as a guardian of the wilderness. Her bond with the natural world allowed her to sense disturbances and threats long before they became apparent to others. She could commune with animals, call upon the elements for aid, and navigate the forest with unmatched ease. When a dark force sought to desecrate Eldergrove, Elara stepped forward as its protector. Armed with her enchanted bow and arrows, and guided by the wisdom of the forest spirits, she embarked on a journey to thwart the corruption and restore balance. Her travels took her across treacherous landscapes and through ancient ruins, where she uncovered forgotten secrets and allies. Elara's exploits as the Guardian of Eldergrove became legendary, her name synonymous with courage and harmony with nature. Her story is one of resilience, blending the disciplines of a ranger with the mystical insights of a druid. She stands as a testament to the power of embracing one's unique path and the unwavering commitment to preserving the natural world. Her journey continues, a vigilant protector of Eldergrove and a beacon of hope for all who cherish the wild. 

Aeloria Shadowdance was born under the shroud of night in the mystical Elven city of Elarindor. The daughter of an elven noble and a human rogue, her unique heritage often made her an outcast. Despite her noble lineage, Aeloria felt more at home in the shadowy alleys and hidden passages than in the grand halls of her mother's estate. Her father, a master thief known for his stealth and cunning, recognized Aeloria’s potential from a young age. He began training her in the ways of thievery, teaching her the delicate balance between light and dark, honor and deceit. Aeloria’s human side granted her a resourcefulness and pragmatism that set her apart from her pure elven peers, while her elven blood imbued her with an affinity for magic and a natural grace. During one fateful heist, Aeloria uncovered a set of ancient, enchanted daggers, rumored to have been forged by a long-forgotten arcane smith. These daggers, glowing with a faint purple hue, granted her the ability to channel arcane energies, enhancing her agility and precision. They became her signature weapons, a symbol of her dual heritage and her path as a thief. Driven by a desire to prove herself and protect those she loves, Aeloria took on the mantle of a vigilante. She used her skills and her arcane daggers to fight against the corruption that plagued both the human and elven realms. Her legend grew, whispered among the shadows as the one who dances between worlds, striking fear into the hearts of those who sought to exploit the weak. Aeloria’s journey is one of self-discovery and redemption, as she navigates the delicate balance between her conflicting natures and strives to find her place in a world that often rejects what it does not understand. Her story is a testament to the strength found in embracing one’s true self and the power of forging one’s own destiny. 

He seemed to materialize from the light of the sun itself, his metal form growing ever more corporeal as the sun rose over the hills. No one knew who he was or where he came from. Some thought he was a knight at first, before realizing his entire body was bronze and steel. His eyes glowed, almost like the color of the sky at dawn. He had a symbol on his chest—a golden sun. The Dawnfather had blessed this machine, no doubt. But why? Why send this automaton to be his hand? The Radiant Order serves him infallibly. Why the machine? 

Daniella Nontafyr (pronounce 'Non-ta-fear') is a goliath woman whom was raised in a primarily human village called Readingstall, where she spent most of her childhood being bullied for being so different. Dani is very awkward and a bit of a yapper, which also didn't help matters. As Dani got older, she felt very lost in life and wasn't sure what she was 'supposed' to be doing. She tried working for a local merchant for a while, but was fired after an 'incident'. Dani figured magic was a stable path that would get her out of her small town, so she decided to move to another town to attend the Witherbloom College of Strixhaven University. There, she ended up becoming roommates with Philippa Lestelle, another goliath who was already a wizard herself. Dani was 18 to Philippa's 22 at this point. A couple of years later, Dani ended up dropping out of Uni after having an existential identity crisis about who she was and who she wanted to be. Dani is now an Eldritch Knight Fighter, using the magic she did learn at uni along with things that Philippa taught her. Although that town had a much more diverse population than Dani's home village, Dani and Philippa ended up moving to the city to work. Dani ended up quickly learning cure wounds, because Philippa is quite clumsy and lives up to the squishy wizard stereotype, even as a goliath. Now, over a decade later, Dani and Philippa still live together in the house they built, and often work together on various jobs and quests. However, Dani is taking a leap and setting out on her own for once, just to see where it takes her. 

Efra Boztal was born deep in the Twilight Thhicket, an isolated elven hollow where rot was respoected and fungus was cultivated like kin. Her people belived decay wasn't failure, it was work being done. Fallen trees were fed, not cleared. Bodies were wrapped in bark and spores annd returned gently to the soil. Efra grew up barefoot, mud-streaked, and curious, following her parents through the underbrush. Her mother healed with poultices and pouched mushrooms; her father prepared the dead with reverence, ensuring their return nourished the forest properly. From them, Efra learned that death wasn't something to fear, it was something to do right. Unlike man elves, Efra never had much patience for lofty ritual or poetic speeches. She understood the cycle in a practical way: "Stuff dies, Stuff grows. You mess that up, things get ugly" When she underwent the Rite of Spores, Efra didn't treat it as a holy vision quest so much as a long, uncomfortable sit in a damp cave that ended with her coming out...different. The spores bonded with her easily. The underground mycelial network spoke to her not in riddles, but in gut feelings: pressure, wrongness, hunger, pain. Years later, that feeling turned sharp. Not far from the Twilight Thicket lay a satellite grove, an old fungal nursery used for overflow burials and rot-cultivation. One season, the soil there went sour. Mushrooms grew twisted and blackened. The insects fled. The dead placed there did not rest; their bodies refused to break down, swelling and leaking as if the land itself rejected them.

Efra went to investigate and found the grove corrupted, not by natural blight but by something that consumed death without returning life. The spores screamed. The mycelial web was severed, chewed through like rot without rebirth. Whatever caused it had been moving outward, toward villages. Efra helped burn the grove, an act that nearly broke her. Fire was never supposed to be the answer. But some rot wasn't rot at all.....it was theft. When news reached her people of entire settlements dying at once, bodies piling up with no decay, Efra knew it was the same wrongness. She packed her gear, spat into the dirt, and left home; not because she liked armies, but because whatever was causting this needed putting down hard. She joined the army as a necessary nuisance, a woman who smelled faintly of mushrooms, talked to the dirt, and knew when death wasn't doing it's job.