Sometimes when people come together, you get a well-balanced group of individuals who are determined to accomplish goals, who may fight from time to time but always push each other to greatness, and ultimately fight for good and righteousness.
Sometimes you get a bunch of assholes.
Enter the heroes, if that's what you can call them...
Let's start with the birds and the... fishes.
Aera is an Arakocra monk, raised on harmony and balance. And also dick jokes. Aera hasn't revealed much about his background, although we do know that his past has been relatively uneventful. He is a relatively level-headed eagle, although he's often the quickest to call someone a lil' bitch. Aera prefers to keep all attention off of himself, often opting for stealth rolls (that usually fail) and diplomacy. He carries a bow staff called "The Shaft" until later, when he meets his dear friend, Gerald, who has been trapped in a pole arm. Aera can often be seen using his dual handed strike, the "Dick Slap," which is often the most useful in his arsenal. His feathers are a pristine white, and his beak is short and curved. His grey eyes are always watchful, catching the slightest of movements. If he rolls high enough.
Corus Pumanath was raised among the richest of families beneath the sea. At this moment I can't remember his race, but nobody really likes him anyway so it doesn't matter. Unaccustomed to life on land, his speech is often stunted and many jokes go directly over his head. He also tends to be a bit full of himself, and is usually found dehydrated (and dramatic). He refuses to drink alcohol, claiming that it will dry him out. He carries a golden trident, and he's one of the most powerful Fighters ever seen. He tends to annoy his party mates, but we keep him around because he's useful sometimes. SOMETIMES being the key word. Corus's skin is blue, as are his gills. His hair ends in green gradients, and is somewhat slimy out of the water.
Oswin is a half-orc paladin. A brave, dedicated soul, he is rather quiet, and is very helpful in diplomacy (although he's a bit awkward). Romance does not come easily to him, though he is the apple of many a girl's eye, and he tends to lock up when talking to girls he doesn't know. It's really quite endearing. He wears full plate and carries his special sword and shield. He will often protect anyone, giving his life for them. Well, he wouldn't for Corus... or Aera. But it's the thought that counts! Though his face is usually obscured by his helmet, his visage is green and chiseled. He bears a scar across his lower lip, and his hair is cropped and jet black. His tusks, which protrude from the bottom lip, are pointed inward.
Rain of a River is a Tabaxi ranger. Not joining the group until a few months after its creation, she is rather shy and quiet. Still, when provoked, she is the most matter-of-fact of them all. She is often fighting against the men in the group, finding only a connection with Aylin for a while. A ravenous wine drinker, she is fond of bubble baths and smutty romance books. She, too, has yet to reveal her past, and the party is doubtful of whether she ever will. She is a cheetah type, with golden brown fur that breaks up into black spots. Her tail is long and sweeps against the ground, and her eyes are a golden orange that gaze upon the darkest of places.
Aylin Stormstrahd, the one writing this journal, is a half-elf bard. She is persuasive and patient, a constant drinker and known to be good in bed. As she is the writer, she is the one with the most knowledge about herself. She was born of a whore and an unknown lover, raised in a brothel, and brought up to be seductive and deceptive. She ran away as a teenager, bunking up in a merchant ship and eventually becoming a pirate. After living her best life for many years, her treacherous first mate threw her from the ship in the night, and she vowed revenge. Aylin is tall and slender, with long, red hair, and green eyes. She always carries her lute, Jezebel, and her three weapons of choice - her rapier, Titty Twister, her dagger, Six Inches Deep, and her club, Black Mamba.
And of course, our loyal DM, who is hilarious and wonderful.
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