Into the Barrier Peaks

Bram whispers to the others who are gathered in the corridor outside their cells. "I need to rest a few minutes before I try again. I must have been too tired by the time I got to the last door." He sits on the floor up against the wall/door at the far end of the corridor from where Hraefn is listening.

Sonja gathers her self, and see that she is the only one still in a cell. She then starts to sing a spell song and on the final note, she stands outside the cell with the rest of her comrades.

I. Don't. Like. Cages.

Bram senses that a spell was just cast but failed. "Wow, that seemed like a pretty powerful spell. Wonder what happened. Wait a couple minutes and I'll try mine again."

Aww... again... Sonja seems more surprised than annoyed by this failure
That light thing must cover this entire cell as I could not step sideways (occ her description of Dimension Door)
You give it another go. He! I'm not going anywhere

After about 5 minutes Bram moves to Sonja's cell and performs the action with shocking grasp one more time.

The burly northman rummages through some trash in his cell and seems to be fidgeting with two objects he found. "I found something!" He declares proudly, although he has no clue what. They appear to be a strange looking potion bottle, a black pane of glass and a piece of clothing with a sigil still attached to it.

Einar is a tribesman from the Lorridges mountain region of Bissel. His tribe, the 'fire stream' tribe, is descended from Suel barbarians that traveled into the more southern mountain regions of Flanaess, following the visions of their elder shaman. Einar's tribe are worshippers of the barbarian deity Vatun, the deity of resilience, perseverance and arctic survival.

The tribesman is a large bearded man with long matted locks, who clearly takes little pride in appearance (by 'civilized' standards). His upper half is covered by a tunic of polar bear skins and fur, and his bottom half is covered by polar bear skin boots and a kilt embroidered with animal symbols of the polar bear, arctic fox and snowy owl - his tribe's totem animals.

Across his back is slung his menacing, enchanted greataxe, which he fondly refers to as 'Grimslash'. The powerful magic weapon is dwarven crafted, as is his magical belt, which were both given to him by a nearby clan of mountain dwarves as gratitude for his assistance in defeating a young white dragon.

Einar is as brutish as any barbarian, and has no grasp of etiquette whatsoever, but he is loyal and protective of his friends and would put himself in harms way to keep them safe without hesitation.

Personality Traits

I’m driven by a wanderlust that led me away from home.
I have a lesson for every situation, drawn from observing nature.

Ideals

Nature. The natural world is more important than all the constructs of civilization. (Neutral)

Bonds

My family, clan, or tribe is the most important thing in my life, even when they are far from me.

Flaws

I am slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies.

With the light-bars gone from his cell, Graxif (Grax to the monosyllabic) forward-rolled into the corridor, in celebration of his freedom. As a forest gnome, used to roaming free in the Gnarley forest, even a couple of hours in a cell was too much - and his release something to be rejoiced.

Grax is 3ft2 high. His normally flaxen hair and beard is dyed green to match his bright green eyes. With seemingly boundless energy, he seems unable to sit still. He is intensely inquisitive and curious. When told (and he frequenctly is) that curiousity killed the cat, Grax just gives his familiar a stroke and replies "I can just summon another" - his joke never fails to make him laugh.

Armed with hand crossbow, which he uses with some skill, Grax also uses a rapier when in close quarters. But his preference is to be at a distance, and in the shadows. Adept in arcane trickery, one of Grax's favorite passtimes is creating illusions, not least teasing his cat with illusionary mice.

Although Grax still deeply loves the forest and being with his kin, his restless energy has kept him moving, such that he's ended up in the Grand Duchy of Geoff. The strange goings-on of the barrier mountains are too much for his curiousity to ignore.