Within a palace that is also a prison, Muggar the White Despiser wages war against the light, seeking to make all mortals his slaves.
Aher Wolfhound, called Wolfhound The Historian, a man crushed by the weight of the world’s cruelty
Splendid Reverse Worker seems to be manifested ill luck. In its presence everything seems to go wrong- mirrors and glasses shatter, animals fall ill and are injured, tempers flare and depression looms, metal rusts, and a general environment of pure Murphy’s Law occurs.
Legendary hero, founder of the Bukdek Empire, fearless warrior and warlord, amoral barbarian, and vicious bandit.
Ssao E’hzeir, once a soldier, then a mandarin-magistrate, and then a clan-father, was rewarded for years of faithful service with the post of alytarch.
I don’t know what it was that set Shoutin’ Sam off, but when he left, it was like goddamned Apaches had busted in here and had a scalpin’ party in the saloon…
He’s a strange foreigner who doesn’t act like us… Suspicious.
Darkness nested in the woman’s heart
And her husband found that the Dark Face lingered there
So he took her to a pit of fire
And he cast her in.
-Twenty-Ninth Explanation, Sun’s Sword 5:8, The Book of Two Faces
The God has two faces, and wears two masks.
One is a bright mask, shining with light, shining like the sun’s gold; it is the Gold Mask.
The other is a dark mask, blackened with shadows, black like the night. That is the Dark Mask.
-First Explanation, Priest’s Teachings 1:2, The Book of Two Faces
Was this to be his last sight, then? These bloody-red gums, these rusty, iron teeth? Where were the Gods to defend him from Bloody Smile?
Everyone knows that that Senthia Khlack died with her father, the Duke Eldward Khlack, after their failed Rebellion. But what they do not is that Senthia still lives, after a fashion.
Soft of voice, light of eye, dark of hair, and also of heart, Hippomenes the Fearful holds the province of Colistia in an iron grip.
The Understar is the ruler of a people who no longer exist, a sorceress schooled in magic that yearns to be forgotten, and a master of the 9 Monsters.
A sad little spirit who lives by a pond, and is very lonely…
A brotherhood of three warriors who fancy themselves to be the strongest men in all the world.
“Everybody knows that!” -Mantra of knowitalls everywhere.
Everybody must be the wisest person in all of Creation, because he seems to know everything!
Once the daughter of a royal family of the Living Lands, Golden Tears Mistress forsook her family’s ancestor offerings in exchange for the privileges of the court of First and Night-Crowned Wolf.
Never Ending Silence is the greatest Death-Knight of the Ghostlord known as Frozen Priestess Adorned With Bloody Feathers, and he is very good at his job.
In the insanely complicated politics of the Underworld, the Ghostlords are the highest beings below the Death Gods. But First and Night-Crowned Wolf, Ghostlord of Blood and Fury, seeks to make himself the one and only Ghostlord, and grind the Underworld beneath his iron heel.
He’s seen villages burn. He’s thrown the torches, and he’s thrown the water. He’s been up to his waist in gold, and up to his waist in blood. He’s seen it all.
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes.
The grapes literally eat their victims from the inside out, via cell death, melting and destroying the organs in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, of the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.