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…
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.
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?