The less-than-delicate heiress to the land of Sadaren, her battle prowess is as legendary to those people as her lack of education.
A great warrior, cursed with an eternal life and a dark companion.
Angry, insane, or just plain beastial; Barak is beyond healing.
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.
When Bianca was blinded, many people said that she would never fight again. But, then, Bianca has always enjoyed being above expectations.
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.
This Elf is a very thoughtful warrior. But he has an absent past.
Resting in tree branches and picking his teeth, this creature wastes the day sleeping or walking across the country side.
Ansgar is a Rohirrim (Same race as the Riders of Rohan)that wanders aimlessly along roads and paths mearly to see the world or to patroll… depending if he is employed or not. He usually sings or whistles while traveling and is quite formidable looking while riding his meara.
By all appearances, she was a successful fighter. Pity she didn’t know if she was or not…
A devout fighter, protector of his family, willing to go to any length to serve his homeland.
Shunned and exiled, Shkur-Lotan the Boiled seeks to engulf the world in flesh-scalding steam.
A corrupted captain of the Western Empire.
They’re an odd set of siblings… excellent fighters and all too ready to take exception at the slightest thing…
The Great Gate of Calast is not like other gates. It’s got a mind of its own…
What does a warrior do, if he can not “go on” anymore? Some give up, this one did not.
You pass through a woodland with a floor that seems remarkably clean of debris. Suddenly your attention is drawn to a twisted bit of wood by the trail side, a short broken twig with several stubs of branches along its length and most of the bark missing. When you reach it, the twig blurs and turns into a small brown lizard, caught in the middle of its body-twisting run. The little reptile darts away down the trail with impossible speed, no doubt magically enhanced, and is lost to sight in a moment. Now someone knows you are coming...