Ah - welcome!  Set yourselves down and hear a tale of adventure.  Let's meet our dramatis personae first:

AofEk started his education in the Monastery, learning to be a priest in the church, but became disillusioned and left, to enter the Academy and learn magery.  Moving rapidly through the levels at the Academy, he graduated at the tender age of 19, an iconoclast, angry with the world, and deep in debt to various unsavory underworld characters, as well as drinking buddies with

Horace (or Good Times to his 'friends') is maybe around 30, but years of drinking and other questionably legal substance have left him a bit addled.  He's a quick hand in your purse or wallet, prefers the knife-in-the-back style of combat to a more dangerous style, and is also in debt to various unsavory underworld characters.  One of his suppliers of hallucinogenic plants is

Cimbri, who is a 6-and-a-half-foot-tall bronzed Adonis of a man.  Tanned, chiseled, and wild, this former tribesman now wanders Penumbria, living wild and hunting pelts and rare herbs to sell in the city to York.  Occasionally he finds work as a merchant's guard, along with

Durim, a Scout and tracker.  Discharged from the Militia, Durim finds work as a guide, guard or escort around the province of Penumbria.  A marksman of the finest caliber, he is, like the rest of our party, in trouble with a certain businessman in the city of York, Penumbria's capital.