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Dream Botanist/Biologist “The most beautiful place I’ve ever been? That award goes to Dream’s garden, easily. I could stay there forever.” While wandering through the hideout you come across somebody saying that Dream’s garden is the most beautiful in the world. You don’t just believe everything you hear and decide to go see them for yourself. Upon entering through the hidden tunnels, however, your breath is taken by the view. The sheer magnificence of it! Flowers you could never even have dreamed existed bloom all around you, some larger than imperials, other barely as big as a fae’s ear, so colorful they make rainbows look gray. Vines curl up trees and gnarly roots create odd formations. It’s not just plants either. Animals you've never even heard of mingle in the plentiful life around, swooping and diving and taking you by surprise even when you think youŕe ready for them. It’s a beautiful paradise. So why are you still slightly unsettled? Dream's garden is beautiful, nobody

Discord Mercenary/Thief “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. It took a lot of effort to snag that from a filthy rich Snapper in the Dragonhome, and nobody will buy it if it’s broken!” Discord is a unique Nocturne born in an Earth village and cast out for her clear aptitude in Shadow flight energy, visible per eye color. She grew up in the Dragonhome alone, scavenging scraps of food, but it wasn’t until several years later that she realized her talent in the art of theft, which she used well: stealing from the gold-laden, self-centered dragons around the kingdom and selling their belongings on the black market. She was caught once and punished harshly, but this only led to increased activity after her escape. Once she was to well known in one area, Discord would move on to the next, carrying her belongings and bounty with her. When war broke out between the Earth and Ice kingdoms, Discord took sides with the highest bidder, switching sides several times. Even with her frequent

Cantris was preparing for battle. Something was wrong with the local daydreams. They had gone from happy and content, to wary, to outright aggressive in a matter of weeks. At this rate, they were becoming a danger to the unwary stygian and each other. Someone had to do something. And that someone was Cantris. The golden breastplate shone a deep orange in the sunset lighting as Cantris polished it before squeezing in. It had taken a long, long time to forge, out of scraps and trinkets and abandoned weapons he’d melted down and cast. Even the mould had taken weeks of concentration to carve out of stone with his mind alone, every detail needing to be absolutely perfect. Yet all this obsessive work had paid off, Cantris reflected, as he took a moment to admire his reflection in the still lake next to him. Eye shapes adorning the sides, spines along the back and a terrifying, vulpine face at the chest, baring its fangs at any enemy, the armour truly gave him a visage to be feared. A loud