"Their so-called god, it is claimed, loves, and thus love is their virtue. Foolishness! Love is only fear of loss, and fear is among the keenest of weapons in our arsenal. Let us turn their virtue onto itself, and draw more souls into the Devouring Maw."
- The Paragon, address to his Overlords, in the second year of the Sectarian Wars
"Tonight, this city shall be purged for it’s sins. They will all die, they will all burn. And in the end, not even death will stop their torment." -Ambrosia
"We, who carry the weight of an empire. We, who break our backs that others might rest easily! We, who will be slaves no longer! Rise, my friends! Rise against the injustices done to you!"
"Daddy, daddy, why arent you moving answer me daddy" Kamira wept as she hugged her fathers cold body blood already congealing where the assassins dagger had been thrust.
A wanderer at heart, and a highly skilled blade.
Hiraken now wanders through the forest, protecting it from those who seek to harm it while at the same time lending aid to travelers and warriors alike.
"Did a BEAR just jump out of that mans backpack?!?"
"Yes sir, I believe it did."
I need the shoe ads put in before the table of contents, and put the perfume ads behind the letters to the editor, don’t make me get the Sanderson data again on ad placement, and where in the blazes is my double-latte?
Ariel Kincaid, VP of Glitter Magazine
Hazenbrazen & Gribaldy: Two Necromancers taking over the world one corpse at a time.
The yang and yin team of Connor, the Urban Paladin, and Heather, The Mystic Cleric, is very effective as his pragmatism is balance by her optimism, her enthusiasm and idealism are tempered by his cautious paranoia, his wounds are healed by her, and she is kept alive by his sword. This effectiveness aside, Connor and Heather are not your normal adventurous members of The Church. Nor are they a couple.
Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger:
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home.
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking,
Through this world all alone.
The Commander of Confederation Special Operations Unit 13, the Star Falcons, Peregrine-0004.7 is an extravagant, yet highly effecient soldier. Time and time again, he has lead the Oraki black-ops teams to success, keening his unnerving war-cry.
"I have discovered that subtlety cannot give me what is rightfully mine. So I’ll just take it back."
Yet another list of 30, this time fiendish foes, vile villians, and and dastardly do-badders.
An outcaste goblin with a sadistic streak and a secret talent
The greatest of chieftains, uniter of the hordes, harbringer of chaos, many names he held, yet what is the truth behind one of the greatet Orc leaders of all time?
“She’s dead, Jim.” “We have the technology, we can rebuild her.” “... Yes. But should we?” “We must, in order to counter his scheming.” “Then we’ll do it.”
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.
Doomed by the Shadow…
My Sword is yours, milord…
It’s not a weapon that kills people, it are the poeple who do so…
If only the one wording such comment knew better!
Weapons or equipment that is heavily relied on can be "named". Then the equipment begins to gain abilities beyond those of normal equipment. They might siphon off some of the experiances of their owners (1 to 5%) and level up on thier own. Could be an unintenitional way of creating artifacts. Ships could become sturdier or seem to just barely outrun the worse of a storm that would have surely sunk another vessle, swords could fumble less or resist dulling more, a farmers plow could turn stones aside easier. Anything that is depended on as much as an inividual can depend on as much as another individual could be "named".