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As of right now, here's what I've got. Just bare bones "fluff" for them as before. I'm really looking forward to drawing all of them.

--Sigurd the Dragon Prince-- Leader of the tribe, Sigurd earned his position by dint of intelligence and skill at arms. When he falls into his rage, it is the cool collected fury of the murderous. He is respected and admired by each of the tribe, especially Kaanos. He wears heavier armor than most of the others, heavy breastplate sporting draconic designs and a heavy shield bearing the symbol of the Wyrmchilde Clan. He carries a deadly battleaxe, edged in runes of fell might, that always glows with the cold it sheds.

--Anyanka the Reaper-- The wife of Sigurd, Anyanka is a wise woman of rare attractiveness for someone who's blood is mixed with orc descendency. She is tied to the spirit totem of the tribal elders, specifically Aeragos the Mother Wyrm, and calls on her during her rages. She carries a beautiful falchion known as "Wyrm Cutter", passed down to her from her father. Her hide armor bears trinkets of bone, and her left pauldron is the skull of the first dragon she slew in combat.

--Baern bearer of the Dragonson-- One child in every generation is born bearing the mark of the Wyrm Father, born into blood their mothers die during childbirth and the child is taken from the father to be raised by the shamans and witches of the clan. Baern was always a strong boy but when he learned to brew the dragonwhiskey that would allow him to awaken the Dragonson, he became a feared but respected clansman. Wearing little armor, Baern charges into battle, letting free the Dragonson, growing into a massive brute of terrifying strength and ferocity.

--Valas Dragoneye-- A simple hunter and scout for the tribe, Valas lost much to a foul black dragon, including a wife and son. He eventually found the dragon, and with help, brought the beast lore but not before receiving burns that would cost his left eye. He still wears the dragon's hide as a cloak, and his quiver is always filled with jagged, wickedly barbed arrows more resembling harpoons. His bow, solid black wood, exudes hatred, focused on draconic creatures.

--Kaanos Battlecaller-- It is a sacred duty to call the clan to war, and the most powerful of the skalds can stoke the fires of rage in his fellow clansmen. Kaanos is one such skald, and when his voice bonds out war songs, his people swell with rage and pride. Carrying a light shield and dragon etched sword he fights with song and sword, singing praise and odes to the fallen. At his side, a tidepool dragon named Kiklos follows, his friend and ally.

--Satira Hagsdottr-- A shockingly beautiful woman, she is the lover of Baern and a witch of no small repute. She wields the cold fury of winter and the white dragons that revel in it. At all times she is accompanied by Hamas, her pseudodragon familiar. She often wears a flattering corset and skirts made of white dragon hide, edged in black fur that gives her a distinct appearance. She is one of very few capable of calming the Dragonson when he is in the heights of his devastating fury.

Oh yeah, torches and campfires were definitely a hassle. Ulric had his fair share of fires he had to put out because of his daughter. It's actually how she got her name, Pyra. He eventually taught her to control her pyromaniacal urges, after much complaining from her and how fire was so "pretty", she began to realize that fire can hurt people so she want allowed to start them without him supervising. Now 3 years old, she is usually the one who starts our fire when we break camp for the night, much to her enjoyment.

There's ways to work around the goblin needs and fetishes, you just gotta find a way to keep the kid happy as well as safe.

I have a tiefling paladin who is dealing with this same problem. We destroyed a small "village" of goblins living beneath a large city we were in. After putting the goblins to the sword, we heard the crying of a babe. Ulrik, my paladin, immediately rushed towards the sound thinking it a kidnap victim or something of that nature. What we found was a tiny goblin infant, wrapped in tattered rags.

Our ranger, who despises goblins/goblinoids, wanted us to kill the child. As did our Sorceress, who had lost a lover to goblinkind. Ulrik ignored them and took the child into his arms and claimed that if any harm can to it they would suffer holy retribution. I had planned to take the child and give it to adoption, to find a suitable caretaker, but eventually Ulrik grew attached. He made a custom harness with which he could carry his "daughter". Between adventures he taught her of Iomadae's faith and that of the other goodly gods, disciplined her when necessary, and showed her the ways of civil folk.

Three years in-game have passed since they met and Ulrik adopted her. She has taken a strong liking to the teachings of Saranrae, and is being groomed to join the clergy.