It began at the end of the world. The Fairy War was over but the Great War with the orcs still raged in its final throes. A fort, filled with green and desperate recruits, still full of the flush of youth held their pikes and spears and trembled. The howl of orcs could be heard on the north wind. All patrols sent out reported they were facing an overwhelming force. The orc’s lumbering siege engines drew ever closer to their walls. These youths would not stand without aid. It came in the form of a small group of heroes. Thrown together by the tides of war these five would fight together, standing with men, dwarves and elves whilst they marched and clashed. Always the five of them, their presence bringing hope and determination. They held whilst all others fell. They fought and bleed for many years, a time of battle after battle blurring together. Then after years of war, the end came swiftly. It’s herald a flash of light and the stink of seared flesh. Apocalypse fell upon the land around them, replacing the slick stone and sodden greenery with a great storm of fire. Everything ashen and soot stained. The armies they served broken, their nations decimated, they wandered through the wastes, ever heading south, hoping to find their homes untouched. Their journey ended in a burning pyre of a town, full of maddened looters and gangs. Those few survivors that remained were but slaves under their thrall and ever at threat. The gangs were deaf to anything but brute force, and the five hardened by the years of war had no choice. Striding through the ruins, lit by burning rubble, the five struck the gangs down. Erin the Bladestorm lead as always, her martial skill unmatched. Teal the Just, a golden winged figure in steel, wielding sword and spell. Clover the Brave, her stature small but her heart large, a bringer of light. Linea the Swift, fleet of foot, her loosened arrows never missing their quarry, Savrin the Sly, wielder of the wild arts, bringer of fire and lightning. Together these five, were unstoppable. Yet mighty though they were, still the scavengers came, to pick over the corpse of this town, in ever greater numbers and greater desperation. Even these five heroes could not stand unassisted for so long. The survivors of this town took them in, and told them of a great relic buried below that would shine a light in the darkness. Fey forged, this holy sword would lead to a final victory. So they delved deep, away from the charred surface, within the town’s swollen crypts they faced a hooded guardian, dark and fell. Greedy holder of the fabled relic they sought. It was their greatest challenge yet, for the wraith had grown powerful with feeding on so much death. Its very presence denied the chance for life to return to this town. Weary but still steadfast the five threw themselves into battle with the unnatural creature, with Erin taking the fore. The wraith and its shadows struck fast, a flurry of whispered malice and deathly blades. Though they fought valiantly the five were pressed hard and it was not long before Clover was knocked prone, Savrin fell clutching at his wounds. But Linea and Teal stood firm, sword and bow ever ready for an opening. The noise of battle echoed around the confines of the crypt, each blow gave out a reverberating shriek of metal upon metal. They were winning inch by inch, pushing the wraith back. Finally Erin struck true, destroying the cowled shade, retrieving the holy sword from it’s broken remains. Bloodied but victorious they took stock of the fallen. Teal’s knowledge of healing rescued Clover and Savrin from the brink of death, though weakened they would stand with their comrades till the end The sword retrieved, they emerged from the crypt, a divine aura surrounding them, their wounds no longer troubled them, their weariness was gone, they were filled with determination to finish what they had started. And so our story ends with a new beginning, for these five heroes brought peace, order and safety to a small corner of the world while all was in ruin. They sowed the seeds of rebirth. 

Our equivalents were the following:

Abigail Eridin - Erin the bladestorm

Illomas - Teal the Just

Cadence - linea the swift

Luludi - clover the brave

Myself - Savrin the sly