Orletia Arc: The Ceremony

The Orletian reconstruction efforts were well underway, with workers tirelessly repairing the damaged city and aiding the displaced civilians. Amongst the chaos of renewal, the party waited for Leilatha’s contact to arrive and escort them to meet the infamous criminal who might hold answers about the marks on their necks. Their patience was rewarded when they were approached by a Tabaxi with a scar running down his eye and a chunk missing from one of his ears. He introduced himself as Tareeq and claimed to be their guide to the mysterious figure they sought.
Tareeq wasted no time. He instructed the party to don blindfolds before they could proceed. Though reluctant, they complied. One by one, they were blindfolded and—unexpectedly—put to sleep through some unknown method while Leilatha and Tharmur were knocked out through physical force. However, Tareeq seemed unaware that one of them, Dave, was an elf. Dave feigned unconsciousness but remained alert, listening carefully to his surroundings. Among the faint murmurs and mechanical sounds, he caught the phrase "Sic semper tyrannis." Moments later, he heard what sounded like the activation of magical portals—a series of whooshing noises that seemed to shift the party from one location to another.
Dave’s heart sank as realization dawned on him. The surroundings, the sounds, the words—it all pointed to one place. He was certain they were heading back to a location he knew all too well: Raven's Creek, his home. He remained still and silent as the party continued their journey into the unknown.
When the blindfolds were finally removed, the party found themselves standing in what appeared to be a massive underground base. The rocky walls and ceiling hinted at a natural cave structure, but it had been carefully and intentionally modified into something far more elaborate. All the more, whatever they were under, they were under something lively as they hear laughter and yelling coming from above. As they walked through the ornate doors ahead of them, the base revealed itself to be an underground casino, bustling with life and activity. Tables were filled with rough-looking gamblers playing poker, others throwing dice and laughing raucously. A lively bar sat at the far end, where patrons drank and exchanged loud stories, and a small group of musicians played a tune in the background. The room was alive with the sound of coins, dice, cheers, and the occasional shouting of someone who had lost it all.
But what truly caught their attention was the grand piano in the center of the room. Sitting there, with a calm and commanding presence, was a man performing the melancholic jazz standard "Am I Blue?" His voice was deep and soulful, weaving effortlessly through the notes. His appearance was just as striking as his voice—his hair, black with streaks of white, seemed to shimmer with an orange aura, as though it could catch fire at any moment. His skin was ash gray, contrasting with his fiery aura, and he carried himself with a confidence that was hard to ignore. A neatly trimmed beard framed his face, and a walking cane rested against the side of the piano.

The Gambler

The party sat uneasily at the table where Tareeq had directed them. All eyes were on them, though no one dared to make a move as the man who had been performing moments ago limped toward their table, his cane tapping rhythmically on the floor. The fire-like aura around his black-and-white hair seemed to ripple as he moved, his ash-gray skin blending almost seamlessly into the smoky ambiance of the casino.
With a calm attitude, the man seated himself across from the party, leaning on his cane for support. He greeted them warmly, referring to himself as their "friend," though his tone carried an unmistakable air of menace. The party exchanged glances, uncertain whether this man was a friend or a foe. Regardless, they knew they needed his help. The mark on their necks burned with its ominousness(?), and this man was rumored to be the only one who could help them understand it.
He smiled knowingly as they explained their plight, claiming he was well-versed in curses, blood magic, and other dark arts. Despite his unassuming frame and polite demeanor, there was a heaviness to his presence that put the entire party on edge. Louis could sense the immense power emanating from him hidden beneath the finely tailored suit and polished demeanor. This was no ordinary man.
When the party asked for his help, the man chuckled and tilted his head. "Perhaps I can," he mused, tapping his fingers on the cane's head. "But nothing comes without a price." He explained that in exchange for his assistance, he would require their silence. He smiled when they hastily gave their word, but he shook his head. "Words mean little to me," he said coldly. "People lie, after all." Instead, he proposed a ritual to ensure their cooperation, leaving no room for dissent.
Eli immediately protested, his frustration boiling over. But before he could argue further, a deafening click echoed through the room. The party froze as every patron in the casino pointed crossbows at them, their loaded bolts glinting in the dim light. Hundreds of weapons were trained on them. They even had a crazy goblin pointing it at Augustus. Augustus gulped, breaking the silence. The man across from them remained seated, still smiling. "You see," he said, gesturing to the room, "I’m a businessman. And business, my friends, is all about leverage."
Eli’s anger surged, and he spat out, "More like a thief."
The man smirked. "That’s what I said."
Reluctantly, the party agreed to his terms. A kenku emerged from the shadows carrying vials and syringes. Louis resisted when the bird-like figure approached him, but the party convinced him to cooperate. Each member had a sample of their blood taken, the kenku’s sharp precision leaving no room for error. Now, if the party were to ever speak of Vaz, the men of the night, Raven's creek, or try anything dangerous within Vaz's expectations, their heads will automatically blow up. As the ritual concluded, the man leaned forward with a grin, introducing himself.
"You can call me Vaz," he said, his voice low and steady, "but most people know me as The Gambler." He gestured to the tabaxi, Tareeq, and a figure who appeared from the shadows—a half-tiefling woman named Karri. Both were introduced as his trusted "hands." Their appearances elicited mixed reactions from the party. Eli froze, his mind racing. The Gambler? This man was supposed to be dead. Eli’s former boss, Celthin, had ensured his supposed demise. Meanwhile, Dave’s shock came from a different place; he had always heard of The Gambler of Raven’s Creek, but he never expected to meet the legend himself.
Vaz promised to decode their marks and offer his help in unraveling the curse’s mystery. But his assistance came with a catch. He leaned forward, his smile growing sharper, and said, "Now that I’ve helped you, it’s your turn to help me." The party groaned in frustration, realizing they had walked straight into his trap. He explained his "simple" request. A ceremony for Orletia’s nobles was being planned, a pompous display of morale healing for the nobles that Vaz found distasteful. Nevertheless, he had two objectives he wanted the party to complete at the event:

• First, they were to steal a specific box belonging to Cristine Monroe, a rival of his. Vaz provided a detailed description of the box, noting its ornate appearance and claiming it wasn’t hers to possess in the first place. The contents, however, he refused to reveal.
• Second, he informed them that one of the Silent Mamba’s members had infiltrated Orletia’s upper ranks. Vaz wanted this individual dealt with—preferably captured and brought to him alive, though he left the option of killing them open.

The mention of the Silent Mamba caused Eli’s heart to skip a beat. He knew the organization well; after all, he used to be one of them after all. And he also knew that the Silent Mamba had supposedly killed Vaz years ago. Yet here he was, alive and well. He clutched his upper thigh, where the Silent Mamba tattoo lay hidden beneath his clothing. The weight of Vaz's presence—alive, commanding, and influential—was unnerving.
Vaz effortlessly shifted the tense atmosphere by inviting the party to join in on a night of celebration. The underground base erupted into cheers and music as Vaz officially welcomed the party into The Men of the Night. Drinks flowed freely, and laughter filled the air. But Eli, with a growing sense of paranoia, took this opportunity to sit at the poker table with Vaz. He hoped to learn more about the enigmatic Gambler, though the stakes quickly escalated beyond what he had anticipated .
At first, Eli played cautiously, betting a modest sum of gold to test Vaz's reactions. But Vaz found such stakes dull and urged him to raise the pot to something more "interesting." Compelled by both curiosity and pride, Eli raised the stakes again and again until the pot reached nearly 500 gold. As the game unfolded, Eli tried to pry information out of Vaz through casual conversation, but Vaz masterfully deflected every inquiry with vague answers, maintaining an air of mystery. At one point, Vaz asked Eli where he was from, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement. Eli hesitated, finally admitting that he hailed from Bonae, but carefully avoided revealing his connection to the Silent Mamba.
In the end, Eli lost the hand. The weight of his defeat settled in as Vaz cheerfully scooped up the gold, offering a sly grin that only deepened Eli’s suspicion. Augustus, observing from nearby, decided to step in for a round. Lacking any gold to wager, Augustus jokingly offered to bet a kiss with Vaz as his prize. To everyone's surprise, Vaz accepted the peculiar bet without hesitation, raising the stakes with a glint of intrigue in his eyes.
The match between Augustus and Vaz was intense. Both seemed to radiate an aura of luck that kept the game teetering on the edge of uncertainty. When the final hand was revealed, Augustus emerged victorious. The room fell silent for a moment as Vaz stared at his cards, his expression unreadable. The party held their breath, fearing the calm before a storm. But then, with a sudden burst of laughter, Vaz broke the tension. He congratulated Augustus and, true to his word, leaned in to fulfill the bet, planting a kiss on the bard. The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter, the mood lightened once more.
Amid the chaos, Dave seized the opportunity to slip through the cheering crowd. Ever the opportunist, he danced his way around the room, subtly pickpocketing the patrons as they celebrated. His quick fingers moved with precision, collecting small trinkets and coin purses. However, when he attempted to retrieve the gold Eli had lost to Vaz, he discovered that the bag he took contained nothing but a smoke bomb. The puff of smoke startled Dave, and he quickly realized he had been outsmarted. Vaz's foresight was unnerving, and Dave decided to retreat before risking further exposure.
As the celebration wound down, the party took time to get to know Vaz’s trusted hands. Tareeq, the scarred tabaxi, proved to be surprisingly friendly despite his rugged appearance. He was talkative, though his ramblings often veered into incoherence, hinting at a mind fractured by past traumas or experiences. Dave, in his usual peculiar way, found Tareeq's chaotic energy amusing and relatable.
Karri, the half-tiefling, was a different story. She exuded a bubbly, chaotic energy, but beneath her playful exterior, she displayed a surprising depth of wisdom and empathy. Noticing Louis brooding quietly at the bar, Karri made it her mission to cheer him up. Her infectious laughter and carefree demeanor eventually coaxed a smile out of the usually somber goliath.
As the evening came to a close, Vaz reminded the party of the task ahead. The ceremony in Orletia, set to take place in one to two weeks, was a key event. Vaz promised to forge documents and create false identities for the party, allowing them to pose as visiting nobles paying their respects.

Downtime

Eli tasked Dave and Augustus with heading to The Academy of Augenfield during the event to investigate Elfir’s secret bunker, hoping to find something of value or use. Meanwhile, the rest of the party worked on presenting themselves as nobles for the upcoming event. The group knew they needed to dress the part (the DM allowed them to get suits to for the funny and anachronisism), the effort still required time and planning.
Eli, taking no risks, spent a considerable fortune to purchase a sharp, well-fitted suit for himself and Louis, ensuring that they would appear as refined as possible. Dave, in his typical Dave fashion, "acquired" the remaining suits from a high-ranking brothel in the noble district. His method was as reckless as it was effective: taking down three unsuspecting male servants, stripping them of their clothing, and dumping them—alive but unconscious—in a nearby dumpster. While it worked, it left the suits in need of customization to fit their new owners. Enter Augustus, who spent his time tailoring the stolen suits to make them unique and presentable.
Afterwards the downtime consisted of:

• Eli fixated on developing a rifle inspired by the weapon he had seen wielded by the blood hunters during the earlier attack. He spent long hours drafting designs. Though progress was slow, Eli’s determination kept him locked in his work, taking brief breaks only to coordinate the group’s plans for the mission. This made Eli practically out of the social interactions.
• Louis enjoyed his time in a much simpler manner, establishing an ongoing relationship with a prostitute named Ararali. For the full two weeks, he frequented her company, earning a mix of teasing and mild disapproval from the party. Louis, however, seemed unbothered, claiming it was the most relaxing part of their journey so far.
• Dave roamed the city, engaging in what could only be described as a "Dave's crime spree". From petty theft to more elaborate heists, Dave kept himself busy collecting trinkets, coin purses, and anything else that caught his eye. His actions didn’t go unnoticed, but his skill in avoiding capture kept him safe.
• Augustus took the opportunity to explore Orletia’s vibrant streets, soaking in the culture, music, and art. While tailoring the suits remained his main contribution to the preparations, Augustus also took time to gather information about the city’s nobles, hoping to gain insight that might prove useful during the ceremony.
• Lezeke, out of boredom, spent much of his time bothering Leilatha. Whether it was asking her questions, watching her work, or simply lingering in her space, his presence became a consistent nuisance. Leilatha, despite her patience, was clearly annoyed, though she tolerated him for the sake of maintaining peace. Baljor even visited Leilatha during this time, using her workshop for his own projects.

The party also invited Ritari Coyle to join their mission. As someone already invited to the ceremony, she didn’t require forged documents, making her a valuable addition to the team. Rita seemed intrigued by the group’s antics and agreed to help.

The Finalization

Eli Rosestone Dressed sharply in a well-fitted black suit, Eli assumed the identity of a lowly servant named "Ellie." Playing the obedient, mild-mannered help. His demeanor was appropriately subdued, blending into the background to avoid suspicion. He carried a silver tray as a prop, walking around as though catering to random members.
Louis (Louie Matata) Louis donned a vibrant red suit with gold trim, taking on the persona of "Louie Matata," a successful merchant hailing from the northern region known as Warhorn's Tip. According to his fabricated backstory, Louie Matata’s economic success stemmed from a thriving trade industry centered on rare Warhorn gemstones, a naturally occurring and highly sought-after resource native to the mountains near his home. Louie Matata had come to Orletia on a dual mission: to assess whether Orletian products—namely, fine silks, enchanted trinkets, and wines—would make worthwhile investments for his portfolio, and to establish a trade relationship with Orletian noble families. His confident yet slightly haughty attitude fit the image of a wealthy merchant perfectly.
Lezeke Lezeke was a green-painted skin and bright yellow suited dragonborn. He adopted the persona of an exotic aristocrat named Zekyl Latosh, hailing from Arimeir in Rodvin. His backstory is the heir to a forgotten clan that had once controlled vast territories before being displaced by "colonial influences." His eccentricity and wild confidence (bordering on arrogance) ensured that he’d both draw attention and keep it away from the others when needed. He spoke in a loud, boisterous tone and emphasized his "royal importance" whenever possible.
Dave and Augustus While the main group infiltrated the ceremony, Dave and Augustus had an entirely different task. With the majority of Orletia's elite, including the faculty and staff of the Academy of Augenfield, attending the event, the academy itself would be nearly deserted. This presented a perfect opportunity for the duo to sneak into the building and investigate Elfir’s old little passageway. Their goal was simple: uncover whatever treasures the passageway might hold and report back without being caught.

The Ceremony

The ceremonial party was a spectacle, befitting Orletia’s reputation for elegance. Held in the grand ballroom of the capital’s castle, the room itself was a marvel. The high, vaulted ceilings stretched impossibly high, adorned with frescoes depicting the history of Orletia. Massive chandeliers, studded with enchanted crystals, cast a warm, golden glow across the room, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Long, silken banners in shades of crimson, gold, and black—the colors of the Red Scepters—hung from the walls, a tribute to those who had fallen. Tables laden with silverware and goblets lined the edges of the room, and a central fountain crafted from enchanted obsidian spouted wine instead of water, a decadent display of Orletia’s wealth.
A hush fell over the room as Jassin Glyncar, the son of the Volodar Glyncar, stepped forward. He stood at the base of the grand staircase leading to the higher balconies, his voice trembling slightly as he delivered a heartfelt eulogy for his father. He spoke of Volodar’s dedication to Orletia, his love for the Red Scepters, and his willingness to lay down his life to protect the city from the terror of Cor. Many of the guests nodded solemnly, some even dabbing at their eyes with little bittle thingy handkerchiefs.
Once Jassin concluded, Cristine Monroe stepped forward, and the very air seemed to change. The party could feel an invisible pressure as she approached the center of the room. Cristine had an aura of intimidation and authority that demanded attention. Her presence was magnetic, yet terrifying. Dressed in a sleek black gown with crimson embroidery. Her speech was commanding, acknowledging the bravery of the Red Scepters and lamenting the lives lost in the defense of Orletia.
Eli, tasked with posing as a servant, was growing increasingly frustrated as the night went on. Watching the nobles laugh and dine while the city outside worked tirelessly to recover from Cor’s attack filled him with anger. As he carried trays of wine, he muttered curses under his breath about the heartlessness of the nobles, their self-absorption, and their ignorance of the suffering of the common folk.
Lezeke, hearing Eli’s complaints, rolled his eyes and dismissed them with a shrug. To Lezeke, nobles and commoners were all the same: easily pacified by distractions. The lowborn were sheep who quieted down if their problems were being looked into, and the highborn were also sheep, content as long as they had their luxuries. "Give a noble a drink and a song," he thought, "and they'll forget the world is burning." He continued on eating his fill of the feast laid before him.
Unable to tolerate the atmosphere any longer, Eli decided to slip away. Posing as a janitor, he ventured upstairs to the temporary quarters set aside for the visiting nobles. The upper floors were quieter, with only a few servants bustling about, tidying rooms and preparing for their masters’ return. Eli’s sharp eyes scanned the nameplates on the doors, searching for the one belonging to Cristine Monroe.
Eli finally reached Cristine Monroe's room. The room’s decor was lavish yet foreboding—walls adorned with deep purple drapes and black embroidered patterns, the light from a single enchanted lantern. The atmosphere was thick with a powerful magical aura that Eli couldnt help but sense, as though even the inanimate objects in the room radiated them. Eli, already on edge, began his search.
As he rifled through her luggage, there was no immediate sign of the box Vaz had described. However, as he examined the bottom, he noticed something peculiar, a false bottom cleverly concealed. With a quick, careful movement, he opened the hidden compartment and found the box. Eli quickly closed the luggage, tucked the box under his suit, and made his way to the door. He exited as quietly as he could, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He exhaled in relief, but as he turned to leave, Elizabeth Madelyn stood before him, her piercing gaze locking him in place.
Elizabeth asked him what his business was. Eli claimed that he was a janitor working for Louie Matata, here to clean the halls. Elizabeth, however, tilted her head slightly and stated—falsely—that humans weren’t allowed in this section of the estate. Eli lied further, claiming that he was part elf. Before the tension could escalate further, Cristine Monroe’s voice cut through the hallway. “He’s with me."
A brief but tense exchange followed between Cristine and Elizabeth. Cristine dismissed Elizabeth’s suspicion with carefully chosen words, while Elizabeth, though clearly displeased, eventually relented. Cristine turned her attention to Eli. She was an enigma, her mere presence filling the space with menace. Eli felt a cold bead of sweat trickle down his neck as she approached him.
Cristine, with a faint, knowing smile, told Eli he could keep the box. However, her next words sent a chill through him: she simply asked him to inform Vaz that she was done with its contents. Eli’s breath hitched. She knew. Despite him not saying a word about Vaz or his mission, Cristine had deduced everything—or perhaps, she already knew far more than she let on. Eli, clutching the box tightly, began to leave, but a desire for control flared in him. He attempted to cast a prestidigitation spell, conjuring a faint sound or spark behind her in an effort to make her flinch. However, Cristine didn’t even do so. If she noticed the magic, she gave no sign of it. She simply continued to wave him off.

Kidnapping The Silent Mamba Spy

Louis and Ritari spent time scouting the target, confirming the supposed Silent Mamba member through the scar on his lip and his suspicious behavior. After deliberating on how to approach the situation, Louis suggested Ritari seduce him into a vulnerable position. With a roll of her eyes but a nod, Ritari agreed. The man, clearly enticed by Ritari's advances, eagerly followed her to a secluded area—the bathroom. Once inside, Ritari subtly cast Arcane Lock on the door, giving Louis the password for access. The scene was set. As the man turned his attention fully to Ritari, Louis entered the bathroom casually after muttering the password. "Can I join in?" he quipped before lunging into action.
The silent mamba spy tried to grab Ritari as a shield, but Ritari, unphased, demonstrated she could THROW HANDS TOO. Louis joined in, overwhelming the spy with raw strength and strategy. In an final move, Louis grabbed the struggling spy and swirlied him into unconsciousness in one of the bathroom’s toilets. As the body slumped, they exchanged glances, realizing the harder part of the plan was yet to come—getting him out of the building unnoticed.
With the unconscious body in tow, the two schemed. Realizing they couldn’t sneak him out without a distraction, they reached out to Lezeke. Upon arriving and seeing the scene in the bathroom, Lezeke burst into laughter before agreeing to help. He grabbed a massive drink and staggered into the party floor, initiating a drunken rampage that drew the attention of everyone in the room. Lezeke’s performance was wild and theatrical, as he staggered into nobles, knocked out a couple of guards, and screamed nonsensical laments about Volorad. The distraction was more than effective, and Elizabeth Madelyn herself arrived to put an end to the debacle. She swiftly knocked Lezeke unconscious.
Meanwhile, Louis and Ritari capitalized on the chaos, carrying the unconscious spy out of the building while claiming he had simply had too much to drink. With some convincing and Ritari's quick thinking, they passed the guards and made their escape. The mission was a success. The silent mamba member was secured, and the group rendezvoused with the rest of the party. Though the victory was sweet, Lezeke’s arrest was a buzz in the back of their minds. Hopefully, his theatrics would only earn him a slap on the wrist.

Dave and Augustus

Augustus and Dave finally managed to maneuver their way through the expansive and patrolled front yard of the Academy of Augenfield. While Dave was confident in his stealth skills and ability to slip past unnoticed, Augustus presented a greater challenge. His presence, stature, and overall demeanor made sneaking an unlikely option, but Augustus did something completely unexpected. His form began to shift. Skin stretched, features contorted, and before long, he bore the visage of Folluin Jortis, one of the Academy's Divination teachers. This transformation wasn’t magical—there were no spells cast, no shimmer of illusion. It was a physical, biological change, an ability Augustus had gone to great lengths to keep hidden from the party.
Dave, watching silently, raised an eyebrow, his eyes catching every detail of the transformation. Though he said nothing, it was clear that this act of shapeshifting confirmed a long-held suspicion. Augustus was not an elf—or perhaps not even Augustus at all. Still, Dave merely shrugged off the revelation. Whatever Augustus was, it wasn’t Dave’s concern.
Dave and Augustus managed to smoothly infiltrate through the front gates of the Academy of Augenfield. Augustus, in his guise as Folluin Jortis, confidently conversed with the guards, asserting his fabricated identity with ease. The guards, none the wiser, allowed them passage. Their luck, however, briefly wavered when a curious student approached. Caught off guard, Augustus held his composure while Dave quickly darted to hide under Augustus's long Divination robes. The student, seemingly distracted by a lecture-related question, thought nothing of the awkward moment and wandered off, leaving Augustus after Augustus responded with a fabricated answer that was asked by the student.
Reaching the staff room, the two began their search for the secret passage Eli had described. It took a bit of fumbling, but they eventually uncovered the entrance. Thinking their infiltration was going perfectly, they ventured inside. However, their confidence was soon gone when Augustus inadvertently set off one of the hidden traps. Magical projectiles and shifting stone mechanisms forced the two to abandon any careful approach and start sprinting through.
Finally, they burst into the hidden chamber at the end of the passage. Inside, the room was filled with shelves of books, alchemical potions, and relics likely forbidden to students and staff alike. Without wasting a moment, the two began gathering what they could carry. Among the treasures, they found a striking purple potion, a series of intriguing books that practically oozed magical energy, and a venomous magical dagger glinting under the chamber's dim light. Stuffing their finds into their bags, they quickly made their way back out of the chamber, but the commotion from the traps had already drawn the attention of the staff and students.
As they emerged from the secret passageway, a crowd of students and staff flooded into the staff room, their expressions filled with confusion and suspicion. Thinking quickly, Dave dramatically grabbed Augustus' face and locked lips with him in an over-the-top act of intimacy.
"Folluin likes... KISSING?!" one student gasped.
"HE DOES?!"
"I never thought—"
But the uproar was abruptly silenced by an icy voice. "I do not," came the sharp tone of the real Folluin Jortis, who had entered the room.
In a moment of pure desperation, Dave uncorked the mysterious purple potion they had just stolen and chugged it in one go. His body immediately reacted—large, feathered wings sprouted from his back, tearing through his clothing. Without hesitation, he grabbed Augustus, who promptly shrank his size to make the escape easier, and leapt toward the nearest window.
With a powerful flap of his new wings, Dave soared into the air, smashing through the glass as Folluin raised a hand to retaliate. The room erupted into chaos as Folluin fired lightning bolts and arcane rays toward the escaping pair. The blasts came close, grazing the edges of Dave's wings, but he managed to evade the attacks and gain altitude. The two flew into the sky, leaving the academy and its shocked inhabitants behind.
While the mission had been anything but smooth, they had stolen some valuable items, escaped capture, and—if nothing else—caused quite the stir among the staff and students of the Academy of Augenfield. It was, by some miracle, a success.

Completion Date
Normamut 7th 4E 766

Plot type

Arc

Parent Plot

Orletia Arc: The Revelation

Subplots

• Orletia Arc: The Crater

Related Characters

• Agnes Flintsorrow / Eli Rosestone
• Cristine Monroe
• Dave
• Elizabeth Madelyn
• Felix Madelyn
• Guumrenthil "The Dragon" Lezeke
• Karri
• Leilatha Mirakrana
• Louis Maddstrong
• Tareeq
• Tharmur / Augustus Bornhigh
• Vaz

Related Organizations

• Non Canino
• The Men of The Night
• The Red Scepters

Related Locations

• Orlet
• Raven's Creek