Somehow you became part of a group of complete lunatics. Buckethead - Paladin of your team. Always focused and pragmatic, never wavering in the heat of chaos. Talia Flitzhorn - the faun bard. Always cheerful, irreverent, and prone to breaking into song at the worst possible times. Eisenfaust - elven medic with mysterious knowledge and questionable methods. You'll find out more about her later, and trust me, it's going to be confusing and terrifying.

The four of you are running as fast as your feet (or hooves) can carry you, because you just, in some inexplicable way, BURNED AN ENTIRE LIZARD PEOPLE VILLAGE TO THE GROUND, AND NOW THEY ARE CHASING YOU WITH SPEARS, FIRE, AND WHAT LOOKS LIKE A GIANT SALAMANDER.

Buckethead: How the f*** y'all did this!? I just can't believe it! She runs, as her armor rattles loudly, clanking like a portable forge.

Talia: Aye, this town full'o bumpots, ya know!! That'll teach 'em! She gallops at her hooves, tossing a hiss back at the chaos.

Eisenfaust: Oops! Zat vas not Medizine! auf wiedersehen, eidechsen! She runs and bursts into laughter.