So, under the blistering Sun of Athas, future heroes have begun to take shape. A halfling ranger, a dragonborn warlord, a human scoundrel and a genasi bladesinger.
Who are these neophytes? What makes them believe they can throw off the chains of generations and become anything more than the a member of the masses trying to scratch out an existence in an unforgiving realm.
Why have they chosen a path of cetain death at the hands and claws unspeakable horrors roaming the wastes? Are they searching for trinkets of ancient times hoping to make their fortune. Are they looking for secrets they can parlay into power?
We shall see….we shall see