Mazenta's Tale - Part 1

Gather round the firepit, children and witness the long walk of the dark time when murderers, beasts and witches were the last, dark hope of Nevermore. When a pitiful band of marauders agreed to carve their names in blood and magic through what was once the wasteland that surrounded this last flickering hope of civilization. I alone am qualified to tell their tale as I alone am the only one alive to witness it. When the inhabitants of nevermore watched them go, huddled in the openings of the filthy caves they’d taken refuge in, the elders called them the Last Hope, but I never heard the common fulk call them anything but the Lost Hope.

There were six who began, and their names have a wholly deserved infamy.

Icarus, a massive example of the untempered fury that resides in dragonfulk, Icarus the hackmaster lived only to make small chunks with his large axe. As a hatchling a rival tribe of Imps had hung me over the maw of a ravenous pitcher plant and Icarus was the one who rescued me. Since that day he's been like my big brother.
Brahma, the disciple of the dragon god was as thoughtful as he was huge. Uncommonly introspective for a dragonfulk, with a Question for everything, Brahma never avoided the opportunity to philosophise, even during the heat of battle.
Zandra, the smallest member was by far not the least dangerous. Zandra the twin cutter, one curved blade for herself, one for her lost sister, this tiny Halfling was a whirl of blades.
Jess, the snake’s own fangs. This young murderess was as cold and deadly as the vipers drawn on her flesh. As ignorant of her fey heritage as she was stuffed full of the bile of Zehir cultists who raised her.
Imaris, the spellslinger, an old man trapped in the young flesh of his eladrin heritage. A wizard haunted by the world that was lost and unable to look upon a single blade of grass without raging against the ruins it grew out of.
Demona, the witch with a glint of hell glowing from her eyes and a thirst for souls. One of those endlessly cursed from the ruin of an even earlier age when the demonic Cascan empire was thrown down.