A beautiful warrior woman, with a sword and soul of ice.
A graceful servant of the God of Fire, Destruction, and Rebirth, this fanatic warrior is devoted to the ‘cleansing’ of the world with flame.
People couldn’t reconcile themselves with her heritage. So they drove her away, calling her “Cursedborn.”
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 heroic warrior who is not what he seems to be.
A great warrior, cursed with an eternal life and a dark companion.
Lord Ziranith is descended from the first elf king Lord Wentinith. Leader of the elf population in Uni-mith.
The Arch-Angel Zeviah who used his magic sword to purge the Evil Outsiders from the world so that the Gods could create life.
A brotherhood of three warriors who fancy themselves to be the strongest men in all the world.
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.
You might think this is just crippled man living in the woods, but he has been through alot more than you would think.
Resting in tree branches and picking his teeth, this creature wastes the day sleeping or walking across the country side.
Not everything apears to be what it is. Orcs were once elves at one time…
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.
Getting sick of people who’s destiny it is to save the world? Well, that’s sure as hell not anything Randolphina’s like destiny!
A flamboyant warrior with a knack for astounding his foes.
The Lost March is a large collection of elephant rafts. The lost march never reached its destination and instead was pulled out to sea. The elephants on the raft eventually starved to death, littering the large wooden carpet with their bones and bird picked hides. While sailors with an eye for gold can salvage the tusks of the bull elephant for a hefty price, the raft is haunted by the spectral ghosts of the pod of elephants and they appear after nightfall and attack and kill anyone trespassing on their raft