Vkriss Bolthrax Brightscale was a golden-scaled bully who thought strength made him invincible—until a red dragon shattered him, and a silver one saved the city with effortless grace. “Strength is a shield for the weak, not a hammer for the proud,” it told him—and the words struck deeper than any dragon's claw. Now sworn to Bahamut, Bolthrax is still a bully, but only in the name of justice.

Ash grew up shaping glass in the warm glow of Elturel, believing in craft, community, and the strength of family—until the city fell into hell, and her neighbors answered tragedy with a torch. Her father died defending their shop, her kin scattered, and in the ashes, she learned the world sees tieflings not as people, but as problems. Now, with glass bottles clinking at her side like ghosts of a life lost, Ash survives by her wit and grit—no longer mourning what was, just laughing at the cruel joke of what is.

Tibby Hopplebock was never suited to the quiet farming life of Greenest—while his neighbors tended crops, he saw shimmering threads of magic weaving through the world, invisible to everyone else. One day, he tugged on one, and the Weave unraveled in his hands—wild, beautiful, and gloriously unpredictable. Now, with a satchel full of magical mishaps and eyes fixed on the unseen patterns beneath reality, Tibby wanders where the Weave pulls him, chasing wonder with every step.

Lyria Nimara has died a dozen times, but each time, a few notes from lute—crafted from wood she stole from the sacred Tree of Souls—pulls her back, older but unbroken. The gods say elves are eternal, but Lyria has seen the lie: most die young, and the Seldarine just watch. So she stole a piece of their power, not to serve their will, but to write her own song—loud, defiant, and impossible to silence.