You do what you ask your men to do- Teachings of Lord Ressalekh Faalithet
Do not become the beast you hunt…
He may be a small green goblin but donÃ¢t tell him that or he might show you otherwise.
Faye was born into the ocupation of elvish warrior
A potentially devastating foe with arms, and fists of living stone…
A life-path fraught with peril can drive anyone over the edge - until you start speaking to spirits, God or .. gods in this case
He is 972 years old and has a wife. He congregates with any good creature and will help any one in need. He is a good black smith and can work with most meterials.
A brutal warrior of Justice, his own justice.
A heroic warrior who is not what he seems to be.
Lord Ziranith is descended from the first elf king Lord Wentinith. Leader of the elf population in Uni-mith.
You might think this is just crippled man living in the woods, but he has been through alot more than you would think.
Not everything apears to be what it is. Orcs were once elves at one time…
A flamboyant warrior with a knack for astounding his foes.
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman