Yar, yar, original characters. How boring. Who cares 'bout 'em anyway?
(God, that made my soul shrink.)
I do. I don't have to worry about putting dust on their 'image'. I don't have to worry about what their creators think about what I do with them. I don't have to feel pressured to be true to their nature, or to worry if I'm going a little too far off of it. These are MY CHARACTERS. I know them like the back of my hand. I know their limits, their dreams, their fears. I know most of their lives.
Now that I got that out of my system, let's get to the point.
Who are this group of avid adventurers?


To answer this question, I would have to tell you a complication of my erratic blend of Celtic mythology, various books and short stories by different authors, and a lot of just plain imagined facts. In short, it would bore you even before I answered the question. Instead, I shall fill out this journal entry with little bits of perspective from their lives at key points.

"Those boring, droning, summer days...
How they seemed to simply ooze along, each day fading into the next and remarkably resembling the one before...
I had always complained to mother and my brothers about the boringness of it all, how life seemed to be pointless. I had no ambition- Why did I need to? I was the fourth son of a wealthy, well-known noble family. My brothers before me would have the important jobs. The first,Kitag, would carry on the name and inherit the majority of the land. The second would be his adviser. The third would manage the lands and the money. And I,the fourth, would have no such job. I would be doomed to wander the earldom, maybe with a harem of semi-lovely ladies at each side to flirt with and enjoy at my pleasure. Life was simple, and simple to a boy raised on great tales is another word for boring. Like any young man of my age, I desired adventure and war and fighting to prove my mettle in battle. In truth, I was taught the noble way of fighting- 'ungarde!' so to say, or 'Ready!'. Blood and gore was glamorous because no one really got hurt.
Did they?
Not that I troubled my little mind with 'trival matters'. No, I was counting the days until my hair finally turned silver. To the Lethargi family, the day your coal-black hair turned pure silver was the day your childhood ended. That was the day you were an adult, and were given matching responsibilities to match that highly-regarded title. No matter what the law considered.
Although we regarded the law in times, too- You couldn't marry until you were older than sixteen even if your hair turned just a year before. That got my first brother, who turned at thirteen. I had horribly envied him for that. He got to do something.
I spent that day, instead of attending his maturation ceremony, lazily regarding the garden lake on our medium stone bridge. The heat and humidity made the neatly-organized flower gardens on both sides seem like wild grounds to my young self.


I was just in my rooms reading by a fire, wishing for a lusty wench when I heard the alarms. "The Yethrars! They have insulted the Lethargi family for the last time!" Was heard quite clearly from the hallways, for my youngest brother was running down them and screeching it. The Yethrars? Sure, our two families were never close, but a blood feud? Unheard of. They must of done something equally appalling to have caused it. "To arms! They have captured our beloved Thrai and have surrounded the castle!"
Mother captured?
With that thought I grabbed one of the longswords mounted on my stone wall and headed to the courtyard.
Father refused to let me join the fight. "At fifteen, my son, you are still not old enough to see the horrors of battle." He scoffed, and hurried me back into my room.

The battle-or at least what I could see of it- seemed to be in our favor. The group surrounding us had measly numbers, and on our terrain we had the advantage. It didn't seem like they were really trying. In fact, if we would of thought about it, they weren't.
So why throw away a few lives for a pointless battle?
The answer to that question sent me running down to the courtyard again, where they were supposedly discussing battle tactics. I wasn't too surprised when I found them drunk and celebrating their victory, because it would soon be just that.
It all seemed so simple to me, and it had me screaming at them because it was so stupid.
"IT'S A DISTRACTION, YOU FOOLS!"
And we were stupid enough to fall for it.

I was locked into my room- They were trying to call back all our men before whatever it maybe hit us. We were never so open for anything, and the Yethrars knew it. All they did was wait, and they waited until they got us exactly where they wanted.

Confusion... When they bombed the castle, we were completely unsuspecting...
I remember dragging myself out of the flames. My jaw and the left side of my face felt obliterated, and falling debris had crushed my right foot. My clothing was in tatters, and the hot tears running down my face was fire in my mind, further damaging my once noble appearance and causing me even more pain. What I could see out of my right eye only came in flashes- Fire, smoke, ruins of my former home, bodies. Bodies so unrecognizable... I remember screaming in agony...
I could only think of getting out before I died- Before stones from the castle crushed me, before the fire scorched me to ashes-
Before the Yethrars fired another one of those hell-bombs.
And that was when I realized what my boring life had been up until that moment-
Safe."
That's Kade. Sounds like your typical angsty mary-sue, right? He gets better.
"And it was just that night I had realized she was actually a woman.
The tavern lights seemed to dim in comparison to her un-humanly glow, her pointed ears falling out of my notice. It was a complete shock to me that she was my party member- Triss. The chaotic thief. The red bard. A childhood friend, who led her own group of underage bandits at five. The Fae with a plan, who sometimes had more balls than I. It disturbed me on a basic level how attracted I was to her- for in my mind, she now was a her- and how it felt like that attraction was always there. I was painfully aware of every small shift she made, and every breath I took.
I felt scared. I was embarrassed, and flustered, and bashful as I was when I met her when I was thirteen.
And she didn't even seem to notice how centered my world was around her.
That was the first time I regretted the oath I took to treat my party members like they had no gender at all."
I find Kade hilarious to screw with, because his warped view of the world makes everything seem so serious.

Kade is a human who has had his life screwed with by the deities once too often. After the annihilation of his entire family, Kade changed his last name to Ramron and spent about a few months recovering at a nearby village. After wards, he spent three years training as an assassin and another causing a chain of fatal 'accidents' which wiped out the majority of the Yethrar family.
From nineteen to twenty-four Kade did freelance work as a highered assassin, ever working to get stronger and to be the best assassin he could be.
At age twenty-four Kade took a certain job which required him to round-up three special people...

And that pretty much sums up Kade. X3 In my next journal entries, I shall put in Lithi,Anthea, and Triss separately. Why? I donno. I want to see if anyone cares. >.>