Rurik was a powerful Necromancer, but he didn’t want to be evil. Just because he knew the Dark Arts, he did not think that he should be harming others all the time. Mostly, he wished only to be left alone…
Every now and then someone truly extraordinary is born, even to a race of kobold like creatures.
In life, the mage E’grole was feared and respected - as most magi are - Unfortunately, E’grole could not accept death as bieng the ‘period’ of the book of life, so he decided to write a sequel.
The priest of a deity that never seemed to need one.
Ranisha was born into a village but was abused.. She is shy and tends to stay away from people, but when around she is very humble and kind to them. Yet.. There is a secret about her.
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.
The Traveling Wizard is a man of minor repute. He has made great impacts on a few places and people. Those that know him, know him to be powerful. However, most do not know him, for he travels the world. He seeks experience and knowledge, craves adventure. The journeys of the Traveling Wizard seem to never end.
Estranged from his family, Melvin can usually be found sleeping in the back of an ox pulled wagon that is driven by his cat familiar.
Many people are of the opinion that having second sight or a sixth sense would be advantagous and desirable. Mona would disagree.
Julia went from riches to rags…
Lady Shadow is/was of Nobility until DARK times entered her life.
A shrewd sorceress that speaks many tongues. Talented in her art of magic and having a true aim with the dagger. An independent witch with ties to the wilderness. A power not to contend with.
Most, when they talk about her, call her a witch. But what the general public believes is far from the truth.
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"