Rhona, Illuskan human female druid:

She comes with the scent of a promised rain and the rustle of the wind through the trees. Her skin is a pale cream, resisting the attempts of the sun to bake her brown, and her hair is the dark red of the lifeblood coursing through us all. She stands at 5’7” and boasts the curves of Ehlonna herself, goddess of fertility. It has been long since she’s seen anyone, keeping to herself and the shrine to Goddess Ehlonna. As such, her hair has grown wild, tangling with leaves and flowers into a wild mane. Insatiable curiosity flashes out from her eyes, dark as pine needles at sundown, revealing that there is much she would do to uncover secrets of the past. Her druidic totem is never far from hand: a twisted circle of polished wood speared through with a white wood handle carved into the likeness of a unicorn’s horn. Shunning the metals of progress, a hide jerkin and leggings protect her skin from the wear and tear of the forest and its beasts. As caretaker of the forest around the Shrine to Ehlonna, it is sometimes her duty to clear invasive species, both flora AND fauna. Unable to bear the prolonged suffering of any creature, she employs a powerful scythe to quickly dispatch any intruders. The handle is nearly six feet of marbled bloodwood, wrapped with leather strips for a secure grip, and the head is a wickedly curved piece of blackened steel. She prides herself on the weapon’s upkeep, as only a sharpened blade will ensure a quick demise. The weapon was waiting in the shrine, a relic - though unmagical - of protection passed down through each protector of Ehlonna.

She was awoken in the murky pre-dawn light, alerted to an intruder in the shrine from the Goddess herself. She discovered a large...lizard...thing, curled up on the floor with a broken holy relic next to him. Mere moments from smiting the intruder, her dream came back to her. This was not the intruder she was meant to pursue. This was a miniature version and his threat was also miniature. The larger threat, quickly clarified in her mind by Ehlonna, was a threat to all the world. She would travel with this dragonborn, Roth, whose desecration had already been punished by the loss of his intellect, to seek an end to the Tyranny of Dragons.

Roth Klicker, silver dragonborn male barbarian:

Roth is Rhona’s constant companion, bound to her by an ill-fated decision to sleep in a Goddess’ shrine. His natural tendency to pick things up and try to figure them out - often breaking them in the process - proved catastrophic when on top of defiling a goddess shrine with his male form, he broke a holy relic - a twisting wooden cypher. The Goddess Ehlonna stole his intellect from him, as well as his common speech. His honor is bound to his clan, which now consists of his druid protectee. The two converse in draconic, which Ehlonna could not steal from him though she tried, and druidic, a gift from Ehlonna that Roth has used to teach Rhona to speak draconic as well.

His form is intimidating at 6’7” with muscles more sinewy than bulging. His silver scales alternate between a reflective shine and a brushed, almost tarnished, gleam. The scales continue down his tail, with the underside almost completely covered in the burnished silver colour. Silver eyes flash when he releases his icy breath, chilling anyone in its wake to their very soul. A pale leather kilt and his maul, as long as a greatsword with a mighty hammerhead, are his only real equipment.