“It is said that the shadows hold many dangers, and that is true. I am one of those dangers.” - Saja Jyn
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Honor, ethics, morality, civilization, these are mere trappings. Playthings that people use to hide from the world. They’ve all forgotten. No sword is untried by fire, and so it is with man.
I am the fire that will test man.
Khass was one of the greatest friends I ever had. So of course, what choice did I have but to save him?
Dear gods above, what have I done?
Jenya was never quite able to explain to herself how she ended up on a pirate crew. But five years out on the Swiftbolt, and she’s having the time of her life.
“The abominations that walk this earth when they should lie quiet in their graves must be destroyed, and I am he who shall do this! So it sayeth in the Book of Fury!”
Roland might seem at first to be a typical ranger. But he’d sooner kill you than look at you.
She might not seem to be much of a threat. Not at first. Just pray you never meet her when she’s hungry.
At first glance, Gray appears to be a normal human. A little exotic looking, but that’s it. But appearances are so often decieving…
People couldn’t reconcile themselves with her heritage. So they drove her away, calling her “Cursedborn.”
This man looks like no one to be trifled with, and that assessment is correct.
Most people think Jade is a child at first, and many more dismiss her as harmless. But apperances can be decieving…
She wouldn’t ever let anyone get close to her, and wore gloves all the time. She never let anyone know it, but she had a good reason.
Licarathia was always more at home in the woods than she was at her house. So maybe the secret she had wasn’t all that surprising.
Fine artisans are hard to find, and Sinnameron goes out of his way to be even moreso.
The once noble Jiy family was wiped out years ago by their enemies. Only one escaped. And Jiy Lin has sworn vengance.
When Bianca was blinded, many people said that she would never fight again. But, then, Bianca has always enjoyed being above expectations.
Many people are of the opinion that having second sight or a sixth sense would be advantagous and desirable. Mona would disagree.
You’re bound to get something interesting when a marriage is made between a pirate lord and a gypsy princess…
He was a madman, that was undeniable. The called him a prince because of the remains of a noble bearing and fine clothes. But sometimes, in his lucid moments, he seemed very sad.
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.