(We're a couple of sessions in, but better late than never.)
Spacker Burnsides Baine- a gnome with a strange relationship with fire and life. He calls forth flame and a healing touch but has no idea where such powers come from, only that they left his hands weak and blackened since birth. He is the adopted son of Khonnir Baine.
"Scrapper" - No family name given. A young human mage with a Chelaxian accent hiding from something. He has a strange knack for always finding the most valuable thing in a pile of junk. He is one of the few that was always more interested in what caused the flame, than the flame itself.
Joren and Morgan Obreth. Ghostwolf tribesmen. The brothers seem to have some history with the Technic League, and none of it good. Joren, the younger Obreth, constantly harasses his much larger brother during their daily sparring sessions. They distrust the trinkets and tools that are sold by scavengers.
6. Or Six. Possibly Ziks. He has never clarified this. The pale-eyed man says extremely little, more content to study the interactions of the slew of bizarre and probably dangerous chemicals he carries everywhere. Spends an inordinate amount of time staring at the sky at night.
All five have formed a bond of friendship, since they are either differ from the townsfolk in form, origin or outlook. They watched with interest as expeditions ventured beneath Black Hill and most failed to return. When Councilor Baine returned with a mechanical man (a "repair drone", he called it), they thought the problem well in hand and soon solved. When the Councilor failed to return a second time, they knew it was time to act.
Spacker gathered the others and they debated what to do. Val, Khonnir's other adopted child, wanted Spacks to call on Captain Langer and have the Torch militia mount a rescue. The group had recently learned that Captain Langer and her militia were trying to keep the eastern roads safe from the sudden rise of ratfolk banditry that plagued the area. Since the town's primary source of income had gone out, they needed to keep the roads safe for the merchants and travellers that also fed coin into the Technic League tithe coffers.
Resolved to venture into the darkness below Black Hill, the group met with Councilor Feddert at her home.
[MORE AFTER TURKEY]