Vkriss Bolthrax Brightscale was a copper-scaled bully, convinced his strength made him invincible, until Klauth came to town. The red wyrm tore through the city, shattering everything Bolthrax had lorded over. Clarion, a silver dragon, called upon Bahamut’s might to protect the settlement, standing against an enemy far beyond his power. Watching Clarion, Bolthrax learned a hard truth: true strength comes from faith. “Power should be a shield for the weak, not a hammer for the proud,” Clarion told him, and the words struck deeper than any dragon’s claw. Now sworn to Bahamut, Bolthrax is still a bully, but only in the name of justice.

Ash grew up shaping glass in the riverfront markets of Iriaebor, where heat was life and the furnace never slept. But when drought choked trade and coin ran thin, her neighbors turned on one another, looting shops, torching stalls, and calling it justice. The blaze took her father and everything they’d built. Now, Ash keeps her smile sharp and her daggers sharper. She knows how swiftly the warmth of kindness can flare into hate.

Tibby Hopplebock was never suited to the quiet farming life of Greenest, while his neighbors tended crops, he saw shimmering threads of magic weaving through the world, invisible to everyone else. One day, he tugged on one, and the Weave unraveled in his hands; wild, beautiful, and gloriously unpredictable. Now, with a satchel full of magical mishaps and eyes fixed on the unseen patterns beneath reality, Tibby wanders where the Weave pulls him, chasing wonder with every step.

Jessix Copperleaf was raised in a mining village that feared nature, but she listened to it, trusted it, and it trusted her back. When a deadly curse struck her people, she uncovered the truth: a spirit naga lurking deep beneath the Greypeak Mountains. Her warnings were ignored, her friends died fighting it, and the village blamed her for everything, but Jessix doesn't want their forgiveness. She wants the naga dead.

Tharok Kuldelver is the last heir of a shattered legacy, descended from warrior-smiths whose deeds once shaped High Shanatar in stone and steel. With his clan scattered to dust by betrayal and time, Tharok bears only a name, a battleaxe, and the fury of generations in his blood. He doesn’t fight to remember his people, he fights to make the world remember them.