Player Characters




Pippin Thomas

Human male urchin boy turned rogue.

The town of Phandalin is built on the ruins of an older settlement, vacant for five centuries until some
hardy settlers set about rebuilding it some years back. Drawn by stories of gold and platinum in the nearby foothills, I came to Phandalin as well, not to earn a living, but to prey on those who struck it rich. I tried to join a gang calling itself the Redbrands and made some decent coin as a burglar. But I must have made an enemy among my fellow Redbrands. Someone set me up. On that person’s word, the head of the Redbrands—a wizard called Glasstaff—tried to have me killed. I escaped, barely alive and thanking Lady Luck, the goddess of good fortune, for my luck. I fled Phandalin, penniless and with only the tools of my trade to my name.

Lee

Human male former soldier turned ranger.

Lee is just a really tough guy who just wants the best for others without people being ridiculous.

Born Angaid Comhan in the Neverwinter Woods, Lee’s life began with his mom, Fionn Buids, and his father, Grand Ciaran Comhan. His parents were both druids of the Emerald Enclave, and Lee was born next in line to be one of the clan council members. The clan council was made of three men and three women who voted on all issues of the Emerald Enclave and the family name Comhan had an important force in the council. Most of his life only involved discussing the basis of debate and the rare books on politics to prepare him for his council role, never allowing him to venture out into the woods or hunt for the group. As Lee’s druid training went on, he caught onto the debate aspects of his role, but he never could grasp druidic magic, he was always shunned and mocked for his inability to transform. He was also never good with any weapons, he was only alright with the rare longbow. After twenty years of this being his whole life, Lee grew sick of the Emerald Enclave, Lee felt they took advantage of him without the group giving anything to him. His hatred climaxed in an epic debate between his father and himself that ended in Lee running out of the wood and trying to find the nearest city, a thing he had only heard of. Lee ran down the river to find the city of Thundertree. Lee stayed there as a mercenary in the city for two years, making only enough money to survive. He stayed right up until he saw a member of the Emerald Enclave enter the city, and this scared him so bad he ran from his life in Thundertree, and made his way into Neverwinter. In Neverwinter Lee met Nora Srour, a strange woman from a far off land. These two quickly connected, and a year into Lee’s life in Neverwinter they both moved to Mintarn, far to the Southwest.

Now, at 23, Lee was far away from his past and happier than he ever had been. Lee joined the Victory Division, a traveling group of mercenaries that went across the world finding work. Two years into his service Lee proposed to his wife, forever binding them in marriage. Lee grew disillusioned with his fellow soldiers, who seem to enjoy their authority at the expense of the people they’re supposed to protect. Everything came to a head when Lee disobeyed an order and followed his conscience. Lee was suspended from active duty, though he kept his rank and his connection to the mercenaries. Since then, he has been more reclusive.

Eventually, after 20 years of traveling one year at a time and then going back home for a year Lee’s service brought him back to Thundertree. Lee was so fearful that the Emerald Enclave would find him, he deserted from his group and ran into the woods. Every time he tells this story he says that he actually had grown disillusioned with his fellow soldiers, who seem to enjoy their authority at the expense of the people they’re supposed to protect. Everything came to a head when he disobeyed an order and followed his conscience, but that is what he reports. Lee was suspended from active duty, though he kept his rank and his connection to the mercenaries. Since then, he has been more reclusive. He stayed in the woods in contemplation and blind rage, watching and hiding from his old druid clan for five years, learning the skills of sneaking and survival. After these five years Lee set up a makeshift prayer pad in the forest, where he accepted that he should go back towards his group and had made a grave mistake. When he fell asleep that night he was given visions of his wife being slaughtered and himself being shunned by the Emerald Enclave. He woke up, and ran as fast as he could so he could get home to Mintran. He got home to Mintran at age 46, finding his wife to be nowhere in sight and no sign of where she went. Lee quickly blamed the Emerald Enclave for his situation, and went into an investigation of what happened to his wife for fifteen years.

At age 61, he finally found out that his wife had passed away due to some food borne illness and Lee quickly vowed that this was because of the Emerald Enclave and dropped his old name and took up the mantle Lee. He went back to Neverwinter, reaching the ripe old age of 62, preparing to go take revenge on the Emerald Enclave, but before he could carry out the act when Sildar brought his attention to the group.


Moula Arbacent

Human female far traveled monk.

I have spent my life dedicated to expanding my spiritual awareness.


Turenim Sendri

Human male scholarly priest of the goddess of kindness.

Always committed, rational, and good, Turenim just finished studying at the very young age of 29 and on a mission to preserve the just cause of hope, faith, and charity.

As a young child, Turenim was raised into a position of privilege. He attended a highly exclusive university with small classes and famed professors. Here he debated philosophy with progressive elitists, learned classical religion and art history, and explored cutting edge metaphysical science. Turenim and his close knit group of idealists adopted entitled and unrealistic ideas about morality and philosophy.

Turenim's parents were always nurturing and kind. They went out of their way to make his life as comfortable and fulfilling as possible. They always found time to hang out with Turenim despite working long hours. When he was much younger, his family had not always been wealthy, and they spent more time working in order to pay for his schooling. Turenim was very grateful to his parents for their labor, but he did not talk about this with his parents very much. Turenim figured that they probably did not want to discuss their work, so he tried his best to distract them from the issue when they were with him.

When Turenim was 24, he graduated from his highest level of schooling. Turenim went to the town square to meet his parents for their planned night of celebration, but they were running late. Turenim walked around the town square for a while before coming to the courthouse where a crowd was gathered. As he walked up the steps, the crowd quickly parted for him, revealing Turenim's parents locked in the jail.

Two years later, Turenim still remembers the haze of events that followed. His parents were unambiguously convicted as part of a large scale bust of the local thieves’ guild, of which they were the ring leaders. They plead guilty of all charges, and admitted to running the local faction of thieves. In their final  moments before execution, Turenim visited his parents. They explained to him that they were only trying to help him, that they never hurt or killed anyone, and that the thieves’ guild under their direction was actually a force for good to steal from the rich to give to the poor. Turenim was treated as an outcast from his town and ran away wandering the land as a healer, and evangelist of good.

Turenim feels morally torn about his parents, as they raise many moral questions. Is hoarding wealth a punishable offense? Is assault always wrong? Is capital punishment justified? Is accepting gifts from criminals wrong? Does everyone deserve a second chance? Turenim is still trying to find his way, but this experience has given him a sense of purpose. Turenim feels he owes the world a debt and dedicates himself to making the world a better place.

Atilius Hummus Valentinus

Human male sage and wizard.

My family is no stranger to wealth, power, and privilege. In the glory days of Neverwinter, my parents were the count and countess of Corlinn Hill, a large estate located in the hills northeast of the city. But Mount Hotenow erupted nine years ago, devastating Neverwinter and erasing Corlinn Hill from the map. Instead of growing up on an estate, I was raised in a small but comfortable town house in Waterdeep. As an adult, I stand to inherit a meaningless title and little else.

Ivor the Great

Human male knight.

While passing through Phandalin, I was hired by Barthen to travel to Neverwinter to find out what was holding up Sildar Hallwinter and Gundren Rockseeker, who should have arrived days ago.

Albrecht Engelhart

Half-elf male bard.

As a young boy, I was raised by a very powerful gentry family in the large city of Neverwinter. My mother was an elf, and my father was a human, and despite the relationship between elves and humans, my mom and dad got along fine. The story I’ve been told is that a godlike figure brought them together and said that this was a destined meeting. They got married two weeks later and began preparing to have a child. The life that was provided to me as being the only child of a noble family was one of time and freedom. I was able to pursue whatever skills I desired. I quickly picked up on the art of social manipulation and economic theory, which lead to my outstanding abilities as a merchant, and conman. One day, however, our manor was raided by bandits and chaos was sewn throughout the lands we owned. Goblins stormed through taking what they could whilst the hobgoblins slaughtered our people. A force unknown to me guided me out of the Frey and into safety. The entity revealed itself as our family patron, and it had found its way to me because my father, the previous warlock, had fallen. I was overcome with sadness, but the patron said that I would soon learn that death is a necessary component of one’s fate, and it may even occur multiple times. I screamed that fate was just a lie used by things like you to get what you want and I would have no part in this relationship. I left the manor and headed for a city.

I used my skills that I had learned as a child to gain quick success in the world of rich, yet idiotic people. A merchant to the middle and lower class, to the high class, a dirty charlatan. I sold anything that I found on the streets to the rich and made a good living off of that, but I also used the money to purchase legitimate goods to sell to the common folk. I also played concerts for people with my fiddle every seventh day of the week, just to help relieve the stress of work and life. Now, I met the love of my life when I was 18 years old. She was a mighty pretty lass, real kind too, her name was Edith Lestrange.

For years I honed my skills of charisma by constantly tricking the guards and staff for more privileges, until one day a man of whom I’d sold something to came back furious. He was upset that his quarterstaff didn’t shoot fireballs like I’d said. I told him that he was crazy and I’d never said such things. He unslung the quarterstaff from his shoulder and swung at my head. I drew my rapier and parried his strike to the side and said, “Wow, look at that, I’ve blocked your big stick with my spindly little sword, now get out of my face, kid.” The man was blasted back, and upon recovering, ran as fast as his legs would carry him away from the town.

Around this point Edith and I were dating for a year and we were debating marriage when one day, without warning, she disappeared. Asking around, a good halfling friend by the name of Falric told me he had seen a drow in a red cloak leaving our home, but he could not tell me where.

So, I was a 19-year-old Half-Elf with a broken heart. I wanted to search for her, but I had no idea where to look and I had to keep myself alive. I left that town soon after to find my fiancée. All of the evidence that I’ve found has led me to the Neverwinter woods. The path there was strewn with dead goblinoids, but I had a feeling that there would be a lead in the woods, so I forced myself forward. So begins my tale of adventure.

Julious Foragain

Human male druid.

As a young boy, I was raised by poor traders in a small town. Sometimes they traveled to make ends meet. Occasionally they would bring me with them, but often I was left to fend for myself. I never really got along with people and felt more at home among the animals in the woods. As I grew older I spent more time in the woods until I decided never to return to civilization. Eventually I was approached by the keepers of the woods, the druids of The Emerald Enclave. They took me in as one of their own, but also they left me to my own business, enjoying the solace of nature.

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