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Chum

Growing up in the fisherman’s village of Tront was not exactly an adventurers dream. But for the simple folk that lived there, life was good. There was ample food for all seasons in the many fish that lived in the seas. There were weekly festivals in the town square where everyone gathered to celebrate their good fortunes. For those in hard times, the people of Tront were always willing to lend a hand to those in need. They had all they needed, and wanted for very little.

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Connor Wright

Twenty-eight years ago, a babe was born to Charles and Nancy Wagonwright. This child was destined to follow in his father’s footsteps and build wagons all his life, it seemed. Then he would marry and have children of his own and they too would build wagons all their lives. This was how it had been in his family for more generations than anyone could recall. And this was how everyone in the city of Clayton thought it would be for generations to come.

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Dak Ilde

Only a very important task could draw a denwarf of such promise from his clan and cavern to travel among the day-dwellers and hoondan, the tall children called human in their own tongue, and such a task lay before young Dak, for there is no attachment as binding as that of an apprentice and his master, and Dak’s master was Buric Liftrasa, a Finder of no small renown who had taken it upon himself to train young Dak in the ways of the night-rider, the light footed and able, and that very same Buric had been murdered!

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