Loomis Shearon grew up a sheep herder, but learned to hunt as his sheep where always attacked by predators. The thrill of the hunt and the feeling he got from releasing the bow string to satisfying twang followed by the thud of the arrow meeting it's target was all it took for him to want more adventure.
The events of the past few days of our expedition have left me very troubled. I was bored with my life in Safka, but now in seeing only a portion of the wider world, I am left quite disillusioned with it. Rather, I am disillusioned with my current place in it. I now understand that I am the wrong person for the path we have undertaken.
I am a simple straight forward good man-Dwarf. At least, I am striving to be such a man. My psych-emotional makeup is well suited to life within a town or a community, but it is very ill suited to life in a wider world where many, including the gods themselves are sociopathic. In order to survive in such a world, one must themselves also become a sociopath. I'm not able to do that. Having met the likes of Trey, and being forced by the gods to attack my own companions...Having also "failed" my companions with decisions made based upon what I believed to be a rational world, I must leave you. I just don't have the right personality for this task at hand. I will only hold you back and become very frustrated with it all. If I make it back to Safka alive, I may yet become a small parish priest and do some good there, where I can more easily define what is friend and what is foe. I'll let the people know about the fertilizer we found as well if I live to tell them about it.
With that I bid you good night and good luck. You will find this letter in the morning. Please pray for my safe passage back to Safka.
At the time of the great invasion, Flan was naught but an unborn child within the belly of her mother. Child of two grand scholars of wizardy that lived in a gnomish village dedicated to the learning of magic, Flan was expected to follow in the steps of her parents and be a magician. When the demons came, the community banded together in an attempt to slow the invading army down and give others the chance to escape. Unfortunately, having never practiced extensively in the ways of offensive magics, most of the gnomes ended perishing in the explosion of magic that was the result of their ritual. Flan’s mom gave birth to her post mortem, and as a babe Flan was taken with the escaping refugees. Due to very traumatizing way in which she was born, Flan has experienced very disorienting mental issues through most of her life. She seems to be ‘poisoned’ with magic so to speak as she’ll often discharge magic like if her body was malfunctioning. As a result of that she’s also very absent minded- more so than the average gnome and grew up with the label of the village spaz despite being quite handy at making tools and weapons. Though most think that she volunteered for the exploration trip due to her whimsically nature alone, inwardly Flan hopes that she might learn enough discipline to control her overwhelming chaotic magic in her journeys.
Kurdreg comes from a line of hardy dwarf stock. Unfortunately during the demon invasions his father went mad and left him and his mother behind. What he did find out is that his father sired two other half-dwarves in his absence: Konraad, a half-human/half-dwarf cleric and Krushgruuv, a half-halfling/half-dwarf rogue. All three half-brothers hate their father. Krushgruuv has vowed to kill him for stealing their mothers' fortunes.
A 30-year-old male mutant with scorpion-like plating over his arms, fingers, thighs and pelvis. Weak and having a poor constitution, Sting at least is very agile and very smart.
SD AGENT DOSSIER - PAUL HEWSON - (aka STING)
I was four years old when the Great War came and still only sixteen in the year of the great uprising. I didn't fight in the mutant army from the start of the uprising. I was too young for that. Instead, I worked as a messenger for the resistance for a couple of years, making some contacts. In 2164, I narrowly escaped being shipped to an off-world concentration camp with my parents. Members of the resistance rescued me from that fate and so I enlisted formally in the army of the resistance. I never saw my parents again, but I was proud to liberate someone else's parents and someone else's children from a concentration camp set up in rural New Britain during the time of the Battle of Upminster.
After the time weapon counter attack by the government, my platoon received the order to converge on Stonehenge. There, at the summer solstice, I witnessed the original reading of the Mutant's Charter.
We, the undersigned, make known to the King of New Britain and the Unified Earth Government our beliefs:
• That all humans are created equal;
• That mutants have the unalienable right to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness;
• That the extermination of one race by another is unnatural and unfair.
Until the Death Camps are closed – until Mutant Rights are recognized – it is our duty to resist in the name of Humanity.
The remainder of the war was a series of guerrilla raids. My goals were less heroic in the end. I just wanted to survive this war of attrition. Once the war ended, I drifted for a matter of months before recognizing that the only legal way for me to make a living going forward was to join the Search and Destroy Agency. I joined the agency late in the year of its creation, 2168.
I find it ironic that I passed through the Great War and the mutant uprising unscathed, but find myself continually battered, bruised and virtually maimed throughout my life as an SD agent. I was still recovering from my wounds from various training missions when I was assigned to this team led by agent Graves. I wish my physical injuries were the worst of my concerns. However, there was another problem complicating my life. I fear that I have made an adversary somewhere in the Agency or elsewhere in the halls of power. In moments like this, when the anxiety takes hold of me, I can’t even remember the details.
A 29-year-old female mutant, Corgibelle is incredibly agile although not well educated and has virtually no presence or charisma whatsoever. Her body is covered with a thick, dense fur which gives her a heavy natural armour.
Vocal text analysis of her video records indicate specific emphasis on her repeated use of the phrase "Sometimes you just can't care anymore" when combined with reduced vocal stress during the presence of high level stressors. Plotting her arrest methodologies against contract types, she has shown marked increase in contract acceptance with a termination option - usually resulting in a termination of the target with decreasing use of apprehension. Her physical prowess gives her a distinct advantage when attempting to apprehend that she seems no longer interested in using. Suspecting a drug addition due to personality shifts we placed a trace-hopper on all of her personal expenditures. There is no financial indication of unexpected expenditures or money loss associated with drug useage or relapsed alcohol dependency. That says she shows a preternatural obsession with hair conditioners.
Sasha showed high marks in the academy and apart from a few incidents was well liked by her fellow SD agents. Evidently a fellow cadet would torment Sasha by constantly referring to her as a dog and asking if she turned around 3 times before lying down to go to sleep. Discovering that the fellow cadets mom was deathly allergic to dog hair Sasha strategically hid a large amount of dog hair in her fellow cadet's luggage prior to the cadet's annual trip home. Evidently the cadet's mother sneezed so hard she burst an eardrum. Despite this event, Sasha was a good student. During training she did not show any symptoms of psychopathology despite a childhood filled with traumatic events including a hate crime burning of her residence which resulted in the death of her mother and her pet. Once in the field she developed an intimate relationship with an unidentified being who appears to be a non-mutant. We are still searching for this person's identity in case agent coercion techniques are required in the future.
That seemed to change when during a raid to catch a known pedophile priest her partner was killed by a ricochet pulse rifle blast. Inquest cleared Sasha of any wrong doing however there are questions about why shots were even fired. Video and audio was inconclusive. Following her partner's death, Sasha's heavy drinking developed into an abuse situation requiring that she be institutionalized for a rehab stint. Since the death of her partner, psy-scans reveal a distinct personality shift towards depression, apathy, and hypervigillence. At the present time we do not have evidence that she is a danger to others. That said we need to monitor her activities closely.