Cast out of the winter queen's court, Pogonips lives to fight and has anything but a cool head despite shards of frost for hair. She roams the land lookng for her next bout, using vicious claws and ice magic to overwhelm her opponents. One thing the petite terror loves about the mortal world is how good it feels to leech the last of an enemy's heat away mouth to mouth before they go cold forever. She's adoped their clothing as well, at least a form fitting armor of black leather. Though, she'll never get used to gloves or boots. Pogonip Medium fey, neutral evil Armor Class 15 (studded leather) 97 (13d8 + 39) Speed 30 ft Str 12 Dex 16 Con 16 Int 11 Wis 10 Cha 16 Damage Resistances bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing from nonmagical attacks that aren't silvered Damage Immunities cold Condition Immunities exhaustion Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 13 Lan

Bound to the Cavalcade of the King of Fools , this fallen angels wears a mockup of platemail armor crafted from bright pressed velvet and knitted wool but his weapons are nevertheless quite real. Said weapons are a whip crafted from liars's tongues and a lance of hell iron he wields as if it was made from driftwood. The stub of burnt wings jut from his back with multi-colored streamers dangling from the charred bones. The Knave of Knights fell in with the Cavalcade when he vowed to defend a rightful king's right to rule, only to find out that the sire he fell in with was a bastard usurper who had successfully taken his brother's place. Cursed and broken mentally by the deception, he was easily felled by the King of Fools and given a new place at the archdevil's side serving as his jester and favored knight all wrapped into one. Knave of Knights Medium Fiend (devil), lawful evil Armor Class 18 (natural armor) Hit Points

Eveyrone should be free to live as they want and die as terribly as they can. This is the creed that the strange collection of bodyparts known as Piecemeal holds. Originally, it was a trio of kobolds who attempted a 'ritual' of their own design meant to grant immortality. Instead, it tore the three creatures into pieces that forgot how to die. The mass went quite mad and seeks to free other body parts from the 'bondage' of well, being part of a body. Travelling as three kobolds in a trenchcoat, Piecemeal wages a brutal war against 'slave owners' (IE anything with a body) and adds new parts to its collectiona as needed to keep the revolution going. Over time little of the kobolds remain, but it still rambles about in a trenchcoat spouting its made philosophy. Piecemeal Medium swarm of tiny undead creatures, chaotic neutral Armor Class 11 136 (16d8 + 64) Speed 30 ft Climb 20 ft

Gears can't remember if he was a dwarven hero or a condemned criminal. Either way, he is more cogwork than flesh now and driven to mete out justice with his metal fists. He was first deployed during an intense goblin invasion of a dwarven stronghold. Initially he served as something between a shocktroop and a living weapon, but this cigar chopping 'cyborg' inspired the dwarven defenders fighting along side of him to the point that he became a mascot, then a leader. More times than one could count, he should have gone down under a barrage of attacks only to plow forward losing more flesh and blood later replaced with mithril and steel. Eventually, Gears lost every last dwarf he fought along side and just kept killing goblins whenever he could until the fortress housed him alone. Now he wanders the world, making things right the best he can one punch at a time. Gears Medium construct (dwarf), chaotic good Armor Class 12 (natural armor)

A singular being, Crackle is a bolt of lightning given sentience after hiting a monk meditating atop the mountain. In fact, it believes it is that very monk reincarbated from a smoldering husk instead of the force which killed it. Crackle takes on a humanoid shape, chaning its lighting to appear to have skin and clothing. However, ripples of electricity constantly wiggle along its form. Often times its hair, clothing, and arms will clip through one another for Crackle is an imperfect copy. Crackle travels about, driven by a strong sense of law if not justice. It has a hard time empathizing with other points of view than the one it adopted and flies into a rage when pressed on its true nature. Crackle Medium elemental, lawful neutral Armor Class 14 Medium elemental, lawful neutral Speed 30 ft Str 15 Dex 18 Con 16 Int 11 Wis 16 Cha 18 Damage Resistances thunder; bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing

Burned alive by dragonire and resurrected by ceaseless greed, the fighter knowna as Scorch still bears an thin, elvish form. However, his burn is an ashen grey covered with veins of sizzling embers. His once fine armor is just as charred but still carries an autumn orange hue. Scorch uses his martial prowess and fire-based abilities to kill and rob whomever he wants, often burning down the scene of the crime. He is a sucker for a stand-up fight, however, when his considerable pride is bruised. That's how he got immolated by a dragon in the first place. Scorch Medium undead, neutral evil Armor Class 15 (studded leather) 110 (13d8 + 52) Speed 30 ft Str 16 Dex 17 Con 18 Int 14 Wis 14 Cha 9 Skills Acrobatics +6, Intimidation +5, Perception +5 Damage Resistances cold Damage Immunities fire, poison Condition Immunities poisoned Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 15 L