"I am not an ambitious man. I am a farmer, like many of you I am glad to say. And like you my pride does suffer because of my role, for it is farmers that make our empire great, I know this and you know this, only our great and illustrious leaders are in the dark, but if you make me Tribune I assure you I will let them know!"
Maric Ameus addressing crowds in the capital
Exiled from their home this elite military force is adrift in a foriegn land. All these people have ever known is war so they put themselves for sale as mere mercenaries at the same price as any other sword slingers. But these men have brought a new type of type of warfare to the northern lands and the fields of battle will run red with their enemy’s blood.
Long has the question of truth been pondered. Long has this been a folly few recognise in time. A killer, a soldier even with a sword is one thing. But a killer who thinks he has found a definite truth, which he decides to fight for, is the most dangerous man in the world.
Piash is a half-elf outcast deep within an imperial province. He has been rejected by everyone around him his entire life. He has no family, even his last name, Nildar means ‘no-clan’. But his mixed blood holds a curse that is finally starting to surface.
This unique animal is sought after by many a hunter and lord. Many knights have sought to gain fame by capturing this elusive, graceful animal for whom calling it a beast is a crime.
Daltorz was the greatest weapon of the Summoners and but in the end he caused the downfall of hundreds of magicians and today his very name strikes terror in the hearts of wizards.
This demon was the pride and joy of the summoners guild. They used it in their war with the Vampires. But the Vampires’ freed the demon hoping that it would destroy it’s former masters.
You have been assigned to hire an assassin by another middleman to kill some rich mans enemy. You go to the assassins guild to find you have quite a choice.
The are 30 thieves, killers and other criminals that ought to be behind bars.
Time is a never ending cycle in which humans inhabit it for the equivalent of a blink of an eye compared to the infinity that is time. In this recurring age of humans the mysterious Time Knights keep the eternal order which rough chaotic men unwittingly disturb.
James does not have any intrest in power, money or any of the other things necromancers normally desire. He is a content man but as he is hounded by his former and disappointed master he is being pushed quite close to the edge.
This scroll contains secrets and conspiricies that would shock the most frequent schemers. Compiled by an order of ‘scholars’ that compiled dirt and furtive information of kings and emperors to use in order to control powerful people. However they eventually paid with the lives of the entire order, but their secrets live on. Secrets that could destroy an empire.
Three manacles created by a devout priest of the Storm Queen. Connected to the storm queen via one of the shards of the storm they are used to take control of any person who wears one.
Most Vampires get their own feed and don’t care who they get it from. But for the highest Lords of the Vampire hierarchy they have little time to go about the process of obtaining blood and prefer some of a good source, so they get their Quartermasters to take blood of good quaility from important victims.
Lets face it the Hobbits are dead and gone so if you would like to create a race to ease the pain of their departure or use necromancy to bring them back from the dead then this is the place for you.
From the age of 15 he was trained to be a gladiator and for the next seven years he was, until he broke free in order to fight and defeat his capturers. For the past several years he has been waiting for that moment.
This is a light armor developed by a smart -now master- alchemist. It is a light, gives decent protection, is of high quaility and thin enough to not be noticable in public. In short the perfect armor for travellers that don’t want draw attention to themselves.
This is a a city where your wealth, social standing and everything is decided by the society of prohecy who keep the rich, rich and poor, poor.
A stone that sustains fire might not seem like a rare object but men have died because of it and a stone that keeps a fire going could be a handy tool for adventurers.
He is fat, kind, witty and against violence. The last person you would expect to be a vampire
An insignficant little species, the candlebug (or waxmoth) is a persistent bane for mages and merchants alike. Each the size of a small digit, these little scarabs thrive on wax and burrow up inside candles, ruining them. Sometimes a late-night worker will hear a crack and a sizzle as his candle expires, only to find the half-burned remains of a waxmoth squirming around on his desk. This is very annoying in worlds where candles are expensive...