Arrakas

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Dragonborn Paladin/Warlock (Soldier)

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Arrakas is the son of Erafras, a Dragonborn clan leader that rebelled against the human noble lord that ruled over the lands occupied by Arrakas’ father.

The human Lord took in Arrakas as a ward, as to protect his people against a new rebellion. During this time Arrakas was raised as one of his own sons and trained and taught as if Arrakas was a human noble child. During his teens, Arrakas was sent to a Paladin Order to squire for the Paladin Knights together with the Lord’s son, Devin. Arrakas was allowed to keep praying to his own gods, the Ancient Dragon Spirits of his forefathers, as long as he kept fighting for the peace and light in the world.

They quickly caught the attention of the Paladins and rose in rank quite early for their age. They were part of a unit in charge of patrolling the borders and gained experience fighting cultists, necromancers and other evil creatures.

It was not long before they both gained ranks, quickly rising to officer rank. When word reached Erafras, he sent word to Arrakas that he was no longer welcome in his clan, as he had become a human lapdog and the clan would no longer accept him as one of their own.

Arrakas regretted his father’s decision, but had gained a new family in his brother Devin & his Holy Order.

During a mission that seemed quite routine, Arrakas’s unit was wiped out entirely by a huge white dragon, and Devin was brutally ripped apart by drakes commanded by Dragon Cultists. In his dying moments, Arrakas heard a booming voice in Draconic speak to him: "Try harder little dragonling. You swore an oath to me, you try to act like us, but clearly that's not enough to keep you out of your grave. No, you need to be like us. Now get up, and taste our true power."

It was at this time that Arrakas realized he had been chosen to be patronized by the Ancient Dragon Spirits and he would receive powers from them unknown to others in this world.

He now seeks out the Dragon Cultists actively, not only by order of his Paladin Commander, but also driven by the Spirits, demanding that he clears their threat.

Death (session 44): Eaten by Tiamat.

Nethnarei

Tiefling (or maybe halfling?) Sorcerer (Acolyte) 

She remembered nothing but the monastery. It was where she had grown up to be the young woman she was now. The monks had taught here everything she knew. Writing, reading, everything you needed to be able to live a normal life in this world. Well, as normal as things could get if you had horns growing from your head.

Nethnarei was left at the monastery’s doorstep as a baby. Most likely abandoned because of her infernal heritage. She could not hide it. The horns growing out of her head made it very clear she was a tiefling. But the monks did not care, they only wanted for Nethnarei to be the best person she could be. And she had been for the first 15-16 years of her life. But then things started happening. Flames would flicker and roar just a little harder around her when she got angry. Water would turn to ice when she was sad, small things at first, but these occurrences grew in severity as Neth grew older. At first she thought it was test from the gods, but as things got more serious, she began to think it was a punishment for her infernal heritage.

But the monks told her otherwise, they told her it was a gift and if she could learn to control that gift, she would be able to do so much good in the world with this gift. So she started to practice, try and see if she could conjure up her powers at will. At first she struggled, but after a while, she started to get the hang of things. The monks praised her and even the villagers of the nearby town started to look forward to her visits, when she would help, talk and amuse the children with her little tricks. But things changed that one day.

She was amusing the kids in the town square, as she had done many times before. She was showing animals in the fire, playing and dancing. Suddenly, her vision blurred, a purple gleam threw itself over the world and next thing she knows, she is standing in the midst of a burned town square.

The monks told her afterwards that they heard a fire roar and when they looked back, her eyes were fully purple and that a giant dragon made of flames laid destruction to the town square. It was only when she slumped lifelessly to the ground that the dragon had faded from existence. They had no choice but to ask her to leave their monastery, for their own safety and that of the townspeople. So now she is on her way into the world, looking for answers concerning her parents & infernal heritage. But most importantly: to try and learn to control her so called ‘gift’.

Wild Magic Permanent Changes:
- Blue Skin
- 8 inches taller
- 9 years older
- reincarnated into a male halfling

Death (session 23): Killed by Azbara Jos and Rath Modar, two Red Wizards from Thay at the service of the Cult of the Dragon.

Kerrik "Bluebane"

Human Fighter (Folk Hero)

 Your parents lived in the prosperous village of Thundertree, east of the city of Neverwinter and at the edge of the Neverwinter Wood. But when nearby Mount Hotenow erupted thirty years ago, your parents fled, carrying you in your infancy. Your family drifted from village to village around the region, finding work as servants or laborers where they could.

You’ve spent the last few years in Neverwinter as a porter and laborer at the city’s bustling docks. But it’s clear to you and everyone around you that you are destined for much more. You stood up to an abusive ship captain once, so other dockworkers look up to you. Someday, you’ll come into your own. You’ll be a hero.