Heros

-Race
Human

-Class
Barbarian

-Physical Description
Large for a human Ubba stands 6'4" 240lbs. He has long brown hair and green eyes.

-Personality Description
Ubba was in fact raised by wolves, and you can tell. He is quick to jump to violence as a solution to any of life's problems. Though he is normally nomadic, he has taken up with a group of mercenaries to earn some money. They have become as close to friends as Ubba has known, almost like a 'pack'.

-Background
Ubba was the sole survivor of an attack on my village when I was a young child. With my entire world taken from me, I took refuge with the beasts of the wild forest. Eventually, I made my way out into the world of man, taking mercenary work where I could find it. I traveled the known world in search of evil to slay and for coin to make.

-Race
Asmodeus Tiefling

-Class
Valor Bard

-Physical Description
King stands a 5’10, 200-pound, 236-year-old demi-human. He has all the standard limbs–arms, legs, knees, an impressive two each. His face, red, thin, and sharp, reads with the sort of vague, disinterested expression often found on grounded, brooding teenage girls; 81 percent mystery, 17 percent snappy comebacks, and the other 14 percent missed slumber parties. Two long black antelope-like horns protrude from each side of his forehead. They can be a bit distracting in that, “hey buddy, my eyes are down here,” kind of way. His skin is rough like burlap except for the scape across his chest, glistening and smooth like the thighs of a hundred infant sharks. He has long dark mahogany curls that flow from beneath his wide brim hat down to the small of his back. It ends just above his “Made in the Nine Hells” tattoo, which you can only faintly see through the paraffin texture of his puffy white blouse. Covering his delicate under-patch, a pair of the most ruggedly handsome capri pants you have ever seen, dusky beige, sun cracked, faded the color of cashews, which is as we all know, the most elegant and well sought-after nut in the nut family.

-Personality Description
King may come off a bit egocentric at first, but deep down, he doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself. You can often find him sleeping on a large pile of tomatoes or eating chips because chips are rad. He uses his music and his charisma irresponsibly, often to steal things he shouldn’t steal from people he shouldn’t steal from. At the end of his adventure he plans to begin work on a rock-opera entitled, “Two Centuries of Killing Things for Money: A Love Story.”

-Background
When we asked patrons around the bar if they had heard of King Allt-a-Bhainne, they replied:

“Did you say Kid Algernon? Is that the shadowy, lurking, red-faced guy that keeps opening and closing my bedroom windows at night with his mind?”–Pamn Tambourine, gnome-wench.

“You mean to say the bard? Yeah, I know the fella. A few years back, after my son got crushed to death by that giant blue goat monster, he sold me a baby he said he ‘found’. Sure, it was a used model, but it was still in decent condition. Beggars can’t be choosers, am I right?”–Quart McPints, bugbear glassware supplier.

“Oh, Gee You Betcha! Me and the big red, we used to be on the school board together back in 86. Swell guy, boy howdy. But then he wanted the fall social to be ‘Under the Cherry Moon’ themed, and I recommended we go with something more ‘of the season’ if you get me.–Mrs. Martha Mapleleaf, a pudgy half-turtle, half-scarecrow person.

“Never heard of ‘em… Wait. Say the name again….” (He thinks for a moment.) “Nope, don’t know ‘em.”–Ubba, man/barbarian of some kind.

“You know… the poet guy.”–Enoch, lizard ice monster.

“Oh yeah… That guy’s the worst.”

.

-Race

Dragonborn

-Class
Barbarian

-Physical Description
Average sized for a Dragonborn, Enoch stands 6'6" and weighs 271lbs. He is stark white in color with his eyes and denser scaled areas appearing an ice-blue harkening back to his draconic ancestry.

-Personality Description
Enoch, while menacing and intimidating in appearance, notably may come across as a more cautious barbarian. While somewhat wise, he has a hard time understanding new things. This lack of intelligence may make him appear slow to initiate encounters both friendly and fierce. However, he is no stranger to combat, and enjoys the complete extermination of foes that stand in his way; sometimes using their remains to set barbaric examples to others.

-Background
Enoch’s background is somewhat mysterious. Falling in line with those Dragonborn that find themselves adrift in life with no real purpose, he spent most of his youth along the coasts of multiple lands. He always felt a calling to the mystery of what lies across the sea’s horizon. As a result of his appearance and fondness for brawling, found employment at a young age in port security, and eventually Master-at-arms for several trading companies.

When a horrible in-port accident caused his ship and crew to be lost while he was ashore, he decided to make a change and look towards the mountains for guidance. After many nights of aimless wandering and trying to find his place, he found his way through a narrow mountain pass, and hung his cloak on a hook at the Axe and Mallet.