The Lorekeeper's Tome

The ancient silver dragon who lived among the Builders and remembers everything - the keeper of the north.

The adaptable folk who hold most of the Reach's cities and fill the ranks of the Cathedral.

The long-lived and arcane-attuned, who remember older workings and carry the arcane in their blood.

The deep-folk of the Iron Hills - stubborn, armored, and resistant to magic and poison.

A master necromancer who guards the Obsidian Crown on its far island - and the living dragon that wards it with him.

The founder of the Lorekeepers - who, amid the ruin of the Cataclysm, resolved that the world's memory would never be wholly lost again.

The Lorekeeper who first noticed the Crown of Fire around the Dark Sun was changing - and began the long count of it that the order keeps to this day.

The small, quick, and absurdly lucky - underestimated everywhere, and fortunate beyond all reason.

The tinkers and lore-keepers, drawn to both arcane study and the divine mysteries.

The Lorekeeper who laid the long records side by side and showed that the three workings of the divine track the three lights of the sky.

The rare blood of wyrms - tall, strong, scaled against fire, proud and conspicuous.

The radiant heralds of the Living Sun, named by the Cathedral as angels - though what they truly are is not settled.

A Lorekeeper of several hundred years past who sealed his great Tome and vanished from his post - long judged a deserter who broke his keeper's vow.

The vanished makers of the Hold and the great workings of the elder world. Arkenfall is named for their fall.

The Lorekeeper of the present day, who keeps the watch and the record as a hundred generations have before him.

The sword and the shield - no magic, no tricks, just the wall the party stands behind.

The oath-bound - armored melee fused with divine power, a bulwark against the Drawing and those who serve it.

The shadow - locks, traps, and a dagger in the dark; the one who makes dungeons survivable.

A rare caster who works the Pale Sister's mingled light - a mournful keeper of the boundary between living and dead.

The pathfinder - a ranged specialist and master of the wild, the party's eyes in the wilderness.

The ascetic - unarmored and unarmed, who turns discipline itself into a weapon.

The voice - songs that hearten allies and unmake enemies, and a silver tongue that opens doors.

The artillery - the deepest and most powerful arcane caster, and the most fragile thing in the party.

The hand of faith - the party's lifeline of healing, blessing, warding, and calling the fallen back from death.

The arcane gish - a warrior who weaves a limited arcane art into the fight, in armor, mid-swing.

The keeper of both keys - the only caster who wields arcane and divine alike.

The death-arcanist - raising minions, draining life, and commanding the very dead that others repel.