Like any good fantasy story, this one starts in a tavern.

Brick: "More mead for me!!!" Berseker class, orc, muscle of the group.

Steel: Sigh "I'm not in the mood to carry his drunk butt again." Thief class, tiefling, shadow of the group.

Koi: "Do be careful, Brick. You don't want another stomachache again!" Druid class, changeling, heart of the group.

Dren: "Actually, orcs have a high tolerance to-" Mage class, human, brain of the group.

Pick one of these 4 idiots to start!