Thariv Lysander comes from a long line of bold merchant sailors. His family is part of a large noble house that has long ruled the sea lanes, using their arcane powers to control weather to speed their shipments (and hamper those of their rivals). As long as he can remember, Thariv was aboard sailing ships, visiting far-flung ports, excited to learn about the vast world. His focus was always on the family business and while not a cruel or evil person, he could be ruthless in competition with rival sailors and merchants. He lived for his work.

In recent years, though, the house's power has waned, with several other smaller houses forming a naval alliance in order to break Thariv's family's control of the seas. A short time ago, his ship was attacked by the new alliance, who used all sorts of magical lightning, thunder, wind, fire, explosions, etc. to drive the vessel into a reef during a storm. The ship was torn and shattered upon the reef, and everyone aboard the ship was lost to the sea forever. All except for one...

Thariv regained consciousness and realized he was underwater, breathing and somehow alive, though he was battered, bruised and bloodied. His raw, scraped hands clung to the vast reef, and a weird watery voice whispered inside his head. "You have been chosen. Chosen to serve us. We are Oystaruss. We have saved your life, and we can take it away." Though no more words were spoken, Thariv suddenly and instinctively knew that while near death he had made a pact with this creature, this alien intelligence that had formed itself out of the entire ecosystem of the vast stretch of coral, creating some sort of sentient reef. He also knew that it had its own mysterious purposes and that it had infused him with power.

"Will you serve us or will you choose death?" it asked. The answer was obvious. Not only would he serve the reef, but he would work to get revenge upon those who destroyed his ship and its crew. If he needed to bide his time and work for and with Oystaruss, so be it. He would grow in power and eventually reclaim the sea for his family. 

The waters around him suddenly surged and a powerful wave picked him up and carried him to shore. He realized the whole time he had been holding a chunk of red coral in his hand, and he could sense it was his connection to the reef. He pocketed it and staggered toward a nearby village. There, with the few remaining coins he had on him, he was able to buy some gear. He finds himself very far from home, with newfound powers and a mysterious patron who is gently but inexorably pushing him toward unknown adventures. He soon finds himself joining others in a dark, cursed land...

Third out of five siblings, Durthon sought to make fortune in the army. He learned how to follow orders and the basic drills. He chose Hanseath as a god to follow, he was not completely unnotices as he learnt how to brew mead, which he freely shared with his companions. Eventually he decided that the rigurous army discipline was not the best fit for him and declined to reenlist after serving his time. His love of feasting and brewing led Durthon to follow Hanseath and to set out looking for adventure.

Randall and Daveorn were not supposed to go into the Feywild. Their mother had warned them multiple times about the risks that the plane posed, but the brothers couldn't help themselves. Unfortunately, their mother's warnings proved to be true, and the brothers wandered too far into the dangerous Fey Plane until they encountered a hag. The hag trapped them in a cage and began to perform a magic ritual. Terrified, the brothers both began praying to their respective gods, but it was to no avail. As soon as the ritual completed, the brother's spirits were whisked out of their bodies, which promptly crumbled to dust, and consumed by the hag.

People say, "You are what you eat," and that is exactly what happened to the hag. Fighting with a much more ferocious will than the hag expected, the brothers worked together to overpower the hag and drive her out of her own body. Without a body, the hag's spirit quickly withered away, but it left the brothers trapped together inside the body of the hag. Having no idea what to do, the brothers eventually stumbled their way out of the Feywild and back into the material plane. From there, they wandered in search of someone who could help them separate out of the hag's body or at least offer them some solution to their predicament. Their wanderings have unfortunately been fruitless, but one day, they wandered through a thick mist and found themselves in a completely foreign land. Surrounded by powerful magics, perhaps this new land offers the solution that they have been seeking.

He decided to be a murder hobo but he fails misrably 

After generations of branching out from Drow culture, the older generations of Nym's clan had been shown by the Goddess Selune that there was a way other than following Lolth's evil ways and that they could live in the Twilight in peace. Nym's mother was killed by Lolth devout Drow for speaking heresy of worshiping a different diety.  They tried to breach out of the underground, still living mostly in dense forests and caves, but the locals weren't very reciprocating. Her father had ventured out to try and trade with the nearby village and was cut down due to a misunderstanding. Then taken in by their clan's head priestess, Nym studied fervently under her elders tutelage as a Cleric of Selune before petitioning that if she could go out and make a name for herself, for their clan, that it would help others see them as other than followers of Lolth. So Nym set out to earn money to help fund her clan's budding new home as well as become a positive influence on behalf of all non evil aligned Drow.