Daelen was born in Sunndi, to no one of note. His father a bowyer, and mother a blacksmith, his parents discover Daelen has a strong aptitude toward magic, and was quickly enrolled in Magister Iliris Arcane Academy. There, he spend years toiling as an apprentice, constantly in and out of favor. Daelen would follow instruction flawlessly, but regularly questioned lessons, especially regarding 'forbidden' schools.
Finally, frustrated by his lack of progress, Daelen stole into Magister Iliris' chambers, while his master was studying elsewhere. In his spell book, Daelen understood little of higher level spells, but realized the formulae that had eluded him. He returned to his own bed, and spent the next weeks learning and completing the spell on his own.
When he tried it, however, he was interrupted by another student with disasterous consequences. The other student died in the explosion, and Daelen had to flee the consequences of his mistake.
Tiberium grew up within a minor noble family located within the County of Urnst. His grandfather, Tiberium the Elder, was granted knighthood and a small estate after making a name for himself in a campaign against an invading tribe of orcs. In the course of that campaign he rescued a gnomish tutor known as Pyrzival, who he later employed as a tutor for his sons. The estate he was granted had been overrun in the orc invasion, and he vowed that his family would ever hold the people of that place safe from invasion. He would repair the ruined fortifications and establish a force of men to keep the peasantry and honest townsfolk under his protection safe. His god heard the vow, but so did others...
When Tiberium III was about 10 food became scarce in the area, and crops were dying. An orc tribe invaded the town, burning what crops they had before they could be harvested, and Tiberium II rode out to meet them, alongside his older brother (Dorian, a paladin candidate) and a small force of knights and men-at-arms. The keep itself, a large project, had not yet been finished and the stores were empty of food due to the poor harvest. Nevertheless, the peasants, children, and those who could not fight, took shelter within its unfinished walls. Among them were young Tiberium III and his tutor, pressed into temporary service as a bodyguard for the boy.
Night fell, and then dawn rose, with no sign of the elder Tiberium's return. The day passed with no further news, but as night fell once more, the orc horde arrived and besieged the keep. The siege was short-lived, however, as a traitor opened the gates in the night, and the defenders were overrun. Pyrzival barely escaped with his life, escorting young Tiberium III and his mother through a secret passage to relative safety. From within the walls they overheard the orc chieftain claiming he had been tipped off to the vulnerable keep by someone within the nobility of Urnst, whose corruption had already caused conflict with Tiberium the Elder.
Fearing betrayal from among the nobiity of Urnst, Pyrzival called in favors and took the young Tiberium and his mother to a small town on the outskirts of Rookroost, known as Dunwitch, sheltering within a secret church of Pelor there.
For the past 6 years, Tiberium III has been raised by his mother within the church; he’d already been training as a squire and was hopeful to some day become a paladin like his father. His training only intensified, but the local church lacked the resources and knowledge to continue his formal cavalier training. Their priests taught him what they could, and with time, he became a paladin candidate of Pelor. He has recently passed his last training exercise, and sought permission from the church to follow what he believes is a divine call towards Highport.
His friend Pyrzival plans to accompany him.
Pyrzival was born to two tutors to the royal household in the Great Kingdom. When he was young his parents took employment with the King of Nyrond to tutor his children. Pyrzival seemed destined to be a tutor to noble children as well, as he soaked up not only how to teach but also the information they were teaching – that of science, engineering, mathematics, and astronomy. One year, when he was just a very young adult, he was sent to the County of Urnst to scout out potential employment, and his group was attacked by a large group of Orcs. Several weeks later, he was rescued by the human paladin by the name of Lord Tiberium Else, the first of his name. Grateful to be rescued, he accepted an offer to tutor the Lords children and stay on at his manor. Determined not to be helpless in the face of violence, he decided to take advantage of being in the service of a Paladin with martial followers, and studied weapons with the master of arms. Years later, the old lord died and his son (already married), inherited and they had children. Pyrzival stayed on to tutor their children.
A few weeks after their only child, young Tiberium Else III turned twelve years old, more orcs again invaded the lands. Pyrzival offered to help some retainers guard the lords’ wife and child while the lord and the rest of his retainers went to do battle with the orc horde. The lord and his knights were later found dead, and the orcs captured the keep where the peasants and non-combatants were sheltering. In the chaos, Pyrzival managed to escape with his charges, but discovered evidence of betrayal on the way. Instead of seeking help within the County of Urnst, where another betrayal could cost them everything, he took his charges to Rookroost where they would be safe from assassins until Tiberium grew old enough to claim his majority, his inheritance, and his revenge.
As Tiberium III comes of age, he finds a calling within his soul to the path of the paladin like his father before him, and Pyrzival, with three decades of weapons training but very little actual combat experience, decides to accompany him as he takes service with the church. The two would forge their path together.
Orphaned at a young age, Norsk never really knew his parents and grew up on the streets of Rookroost, learning life’s lessons the hard way – the strong take what they want, and the ruthless get what they need. Norsk did a favor for a merchant by removing a rival merchant, and got enough coin from this job to set out on his own.
Seb, real name Serten Tinen, is the youngest son of a minor lord. The Tinen family has, for generations, been very active with the church of Saint Cuthbert, and all sons save the eldest go into the clergy. After spending his childhood preparing to be a priest, he knew this wasn't his life. With a friend he'd recently met in service, he fled the family grounds, swearing he'd do what he had to, to survive in his own.
Malag knows nothing of us allegedly human father. Raised by his mother and her tribe, he knew only if orcs and their life until he was 12. As he became a man, he was expected to train with the fist and the sword, to become a part of the warriors of the tribe. Having no taste for taking orders, however, Malag opted to leave the other orcs, and live among humans.
With his cruel nature, and quick fists, he learned quickly that a lot of coin can be made as a bounty hunter. Recently, the head of a pitiful house has contracted Malag to find their missing son, and return with him (alive).
Amathar the Grey is in exile from the Grey Elves (He does not elaborate on this point, though.). He wants to continue his research among the mammals of Oerth, though, so he has wandered to Rookroost with little coin, but made friends with several associates. (Rumble and Skean). They have a relationship to seek out spell components for Amathar and in return, Amathar will help them when he can. Rumble focuses on herbs and rare plants and Skean focuses on small trinkets for Amathar.
A novice cleric with a yearning for adventure at the beginning of his career, Warin was born and raised on a farm outside Rookroost. Taught to be helpful and kind to his parents, and seeing the state of the world in the Bandit Kingdoms, he joined the small church of St Cuthbert in Darkshelf upon reaching adulthood, hoping that the church would teach him to spread the doctrines of law and order throughout the land. However, he quickly gained experience with the ways of the world after joining the Band of Misfits. His faith was strong, if a little unfocused, and his experiences gradually refined him from a naive altar boy to a brave and skilled adventurer. His calling was strong, but unfocused. If only he had the power to impose his good nature and helpful aims upon the world! If only he could force people to respect the law! Might may not make right, but it seemed that might was the way of the world, and might can for damned sure make people act right!
Warin briefly found moral clarity in answering the demands of a Mysterious Voice that speaks to him through a portal to the elemental planes. Experience has proven that the Mysterious Voice is not helpful with all problems, and an encounter with a wraith left him searching for new and better answers. The cold, cruel world outside the church has proven resistant to naive optimism and cynical embrace of power. Perhaps a new path will make itself clear to him?
A monk from a distant land (Nyrond), Thic Duc walks the earth in search of impressionable individuals who can be brought to perceive the truth of the one true god. So far, he has successfully converted two people: Kriselle's parents. He would desperately like to complete the set, and the two have spent many hours discussing philosophy, fungi, and religion while peacefully fishing for mushrooms. However, they both felt that there was more to the world than could be found living such a peaceful and sedate life, and now they travel the world in search of adventure, self-improvement, and wealth. To be donated to the poor, of course. Eventually.
His personal ambitions include wall-punching and experiencing every possible way of being knocked unconscious by traps. He would also like to remind the church of Pholtus on Oerth that Pholtus is the only true god, and all the others are impostors.
Due to a quirk in his native language of Nyrondese, in which the letter K does not exist, Thic Duc is sometimes spelled Thick Duck in common. Any resemblance to wide waterfowl is purely coincidental.
Due to a quirk in the Castle Greyhawk dungeons, Thic Duc was accidentally reincarnated in the body of a spiritual messenger of Pholtus.
The party first met Lenny as he was assisting the Adventure Capitalists with preparing Malag's body for a return to the living following a tragic workplace accident involving hungry zombies. Given the frequency of the party's claims on their insurance, Lenny was assigned to shadow the party and write a report on their adherence to applicable adventure guidelines and safety regulations.
Though he claims to be an elf, Lenny has demonstrated a vulnerability to the Sleep spell and there are rumors he follows a profession normally anathema to elves. Perhaps Lenny's mother has some explaining to do.
In an illustrious start to his career in Rookroost, Barron was betrayed by his guildmates and sold into slavery on his first day at work. Orientation is a bitch.
Elward Alden is his real name, but when he doesn't trust people he gives out one of his many handles (he is currently using Barron). Raised a bastard love child of a human father and elf mother, he was always looked down upon in the elf community for being a half breed. Some where in his teens he decided to abandon the elf community entirely, tired of the ridicule. He ran away with his childhood friend, Leah another half elf never looking back. They formed a treasure hunting duo, stealing everything that wasn't nailed down... and some things that were. While he would never admit it to anyone, he has never stolen from the poor or innocent that he is aware of.
Recently a group of guards (in another town besides Rookroost and Saltmarsh) got wind of their treasure hunting operation and tried to catch them red handed... being 2 steps ahead of the guards they gave away all their accumulated wealth and treasure to the townsfolk. Leaving them broke and watched by the guards, they fled town again to start over else where. Upon coming to Rookroost Elward learned of a thieves guild and set out to join as a means to improve his skills and ultimately make a butt load of gold.
Barron has a serious distrust for most of the world, especially elves, slavers, and authority figures. He is the more rash decision maker, sometimes letting anger cloud his judgement.
Barron originally carried a stuffed falcon in a cage strapped to his waist. The poor falcon has now suffered the indignity of having Animate Dead used to bring it back to life, complete with stitched on goblin hands, inverted wings, and a goblin-tooth mohawk. The bird now rides on a specially designed perch mounted on Pyro's armor, wearing (when not in flight) a cloak made of white sailcloth. It has been thoroughly plucked and the original features replaced with goosedown from a pillow and glue.
Leah is a ranger whose association with Barron keeps them both in a moral grey area. Her father was an elf, and her mother was a human mage who went insane. Having more elfish features physically (than Elward) she was less teased about being a half elf... but everyone talked behind her back about being the daughter of a crazed mage. She ran away with Elward to escape her past and became the smarter, more level headed half of the treasure hunting duo. She tend to prefer working in the shadows and at a distance, covering Elward with her bow. She has no issues with theft from people she deems unworthy of their riches (typically the rich and especially the mean spirited), or the dead. She was doing some recon on a possible mark the night of Elward's kidnapping and blames herself for not having his back the one time he needed it. She had been waiting in Rookroost for news of his return, where she became acquainted with Kriselle at the Pearly Gates Inn. She joined the party when the group brought the cargo of the Sea Ghost into Rookroost.
Leah travels with a war dog named Pyro (AC: 6, HD 2+2, 14 hp, 1 bite attack for 2d4 damage). Pyro travels with an animated avian zombie perched on its back and has been trained to launch the bird into the air, as well as commands to attack and heel. Various additional commands, including fetch, guard, and desecrate have been attempted with some success.
Gunnar joined the party when they rescued him from a life of servitude and watery home improvement beneath the evil sahuagin. His past, for the moment, remains a mystery, though his travels with the party gained him experience enough to become a formidable fighter.
Elion wears both a robe and a cloak even while at sea, ensuring certain death by drowning in yards of soaked clothing should he fall overboard for longer than a few minutes without the rest of the party nearby to rescue him. He has few qualms about using his magic to influence his party members, though in his defense, a barbarian not under the influence of a Charm Person spell would likely kill him sooner. Death by a barbarian who just made his saving throw against a Charm Person spell at least has the virtue of being chronologically removed from the moment of first meeting. And besides, perhaps the horse will sing after all.
Traveled with the party from Rookroost to Castle Greyhawk. Decided he hated being a courier and took up a new career exploring dungeons. His personality has steadily evolved from happy-go-lucky nature druid to decidedly unhappy red of tooth and claw nature druid. But the Band of Misfits is all about making the world a better place, right?
Michael is a mid level cleric and he's fine with that. He's older than some others and a wiser too. He's also fairly charismatic, not enough to found his own cult, at least not yet, but enough to influence those he is close to and keep the attention of small crowds with short folksy homilies. His holy symbol is shaped like his favorite weapons, hammers. His faith is in the effort of a blacksmith to mold the lives of men, knowing that it is not easy and that blows shape the medal best in crisis, in fire, during times of change and upheaval. So he is out in the world looking for companions and crisis, so that he may mold them as and when he can, mold them into better versions of themselves.
Michael knows healing arts (though his patients have mixed opinions), reserving his magic for his second purpose, to preserve his friends from evil until they can be molded as his god desires, and to that purpose his few granted spells involve detection and protection from evil. Je also knows the voice, or command, but is only capable of simple one-word commands. So far in his travels he has supported himself with fishing, and the occasional protection spell. He is affable and easily likable, so he has been hanging out with Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser, often doing their talking for them or helping them get into places they couldn't otherwise. He also tends to get more information from people as they trust a cleric and especially his sort of cleric.
As his traveling companions now include a wizard who enchants his companions without provocation, a reincarnated being with a divine calling that denies his diety, and a thief who delights in his pet zombie falcon, it's unclear who is influencing whom exactly.
Kriselle's personality so far appears to consist of an inordinate curiosity about rot grubs and a knack for negotiations with merchants, leavened with a healthy respect for the dead that has helped her to avoid awkward moments like greeting a reborn Fred wearing his armor. In fact, her talent and desire for negotiation has expanded to favor negotiating on behalf of some of the creatures the party has come across in their travels, suggesting that if they harmless and pose no threat, it might not be necessary to exterminate them utterly and burn their corpses. So far, this has been less than completely successful.
Griff is a halfling from "The Shire", a fictional location that does not exist within Oerth.
Hargrimm joined the party when they rescued him from a life of servitude and watery home improvement beneath the evil sahuagin. His past, for the moment, remains a mystery.
He doesn't like to discuss it much but Burgess comes from a long and proud family history of membership in the Foresters. His grandfather, father, and brother, Haros, are all proud members and groomed Burgess from childhood to one day join them. He studied and trained for years to finally begin his apprenticeship but was almost instantly rejected for being unable to meet their rigorous physical requirements. When news of his rejection reached his family, it brought Burgess great shame and shortly after he ran away from home. Without the path that he had laid out for him his entire life, he was lost and came to Dunwitch in search of a purpose. Unable to find steady work, he quickly fell into a life of petty crime to scrape together money for food and shelter. Eventually, he caught wind of an adventuring crew looking for members and saw a way to make something of himself. Perhaps one day he can return to his family with his head held high...
He worships the deity Fharlanghn, the Dweller on the Horizon, who insists that everyone should travel in order to discover and learn new things. He was initiated by being sent away from his home village to seek out new experiences and to record his journey for the church. Naturally, his task was not defined with a beginning or end, which is not uncommon for worshipers of Fharlanghn. Many believe they continue on this initial journey for the remainder of their lives as Burgess hopes to. He does his best to offer aid and comfort wherever his travels take him. Never one to sit idle for long, he's always listening when a call goes out for help.
He's come to Dunwitch seeking adventure and treasure! Once part of a stonemason crew, he grew tired of his old life dealing with nothing but inanimate earth day and night. He would listen intently as the older dwarves in his company would rattle on and on about unbelievable (and likely fabricated) stories about their younger days traveling across The Bandit Kingdoms. After scraping together some savings, he purchased a 2 handed sword and began training with it every day. After a year of saving and training, he finally felt ready to set out and pursue his dreams of adventure. When the call went out for adventurers in Dunwitch, he left immediately to join the cause!
Fafhrd is the offspring of Grog and Juliet. He has lived in and around Dunwitch most of his life. He is large, even for a half-orc, and, as if to emphasize this, he fights exclusively with a two-handed sword, which he has made his specialty. He is proficient with a dagger and a short bow as well, but they most often used for hunting and cleaning of game. He is calm of demeanor, and generally prefers not to speak except to his friend the mouser, although when drinking, he reveals a wonderful singing voice. His mother is also said to have a beautiful singing voice but she doesn't drink like she used to, so few have heard it of late.
Fafhrd swims whenever he gets the chance, and credits this for his pleasant smell, and blames the mouser's dislike of water for his. He is also proficient with rope use, which often comes in handy due to his roguish line of work.
Gray Mouser is an orphan from a far distant city. Fafhrd knows it to be a great coastal city, but not much more. Mouser is secretive. He survived his childhood and intends to survive this part of his life as well, and much like childhood he plans to do that in shadow and darkness if he can, at least for work and when not at work he hopes to spend it in ale houses. Mouser is cynical of speech, but harbors hidden passions and will surprise his companions with his treatment of those truly in need. Fafhrd is his balance, quiet of speech, passionate of action but deeply practical, whereas the mouser can be carried away by whims and the promise of entertainment.
The gray mouser likes to blend in, and disappear and to do this he learned long ago you can't look intimidating or most especially armed. So he became proficient at blind fighting, and simple weapons like daggers and slings. A sling can hide as a belt or a loose bit of leather, and its bullets can fill a purse like a coin purse, looking safe and respectable at the same time. When he's not working, he likes to dress with style and flair, but being poor, this is not yet pulled off convincingly. In addition to blind-fighting he also has excellent direction sense, and the ability to use rope, on par with Fafhrd's.
Phil is a young and inexperienced magic user. His parents left behind their Dunwich farmstead in order to take up studies, eventually becoming academics in the history of magic. They had Phil late in life, their only child, and he was raised in an open and inquisitive environment. Having recently completed his studies, Phil has returned to the Dunwich area to visit extended family and to see what adventures may be available.
Despite being an attractive young man, Phil is detached from most people and is basically a guileless nerd. Having lived a life of academia, Phil is desperately eager to experience the world beyond books. Aware of his weaknesses as an adventurer, he is looking to find capable compatriots with which to commiserate.
Phil tries to live up to a self-imposed idea of modesty, wearing simple robes and carrying a crudely handmade wooden staff. Nonetheless, the gate guards at Rookroost keep trying to charge him with the "mage tax".
Garmanargar signed up with the party as muscle to help capture the Sea Ghost, after being contacted by her friend Phil. During the capture, she succombed to a poison gas trap that has left her unresponsive to revival attempts so far.
Further details of this character's history have been redacted until the player provides it to the DM.
Travels with a goat and a keg in search of better beer than barbarians can brew. On his first day in civilization, fell to conversation with a cleric. On his second day in civilization, signed up for an ocean cruise with a wizard, and was immediately ensorcelled. There are reasons barbarians hate magic.