Once trod upon, now brightly shines, a mage fed by what to death declines…
izkandar is an Ifrit, a fire elemtal of mideastern lore. he would be at home in a desert or asian steppe setting.
When the gods were born, so was Spark ... though of little power, he did not lack drive, and so did not those whom he favored…
A lich who is worshipped as a god.
Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose
Everyone knows that that Senthia Khlack died with her father, the Duke Eldward Khlack, after their failed Rebellion. But what they do not is that Senthia still lives, after a fashion.
Blind mage that casts spells from Braile scrolls.
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.
An ingenious alchemist. An insane idea. A disastrous result.
(—Joint Character by Shadoweagle and CaptainPenguin—)
The mighty dragon - arrogant, though rightly so, for what blade can pierce such beautiful armour? What warrior can match its lithe, graceful movements and raw power? But what if such a regal, magestic beast were cut down to size? What if it became human, itself?
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.
Once an adventurer, this now disembodied mage is seeking a reason to continue, or a way to die.
A secluded mage garbed only in black, an obvious aura of corruption exuding from him. His emotions seem to be absent, and evil is more than a desire to him. Its a necessity.
A noble wizard with heart pure gold and feet… um, actually; hands on the ground.
The Understar is the ruler of a people who no longer exist, a sorceress schooled in magic that yearns to be forgotten, and a master of the 9 Monsters.
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.
The Jiangsi was the name of an undead being in Chinese folklore and mythology. Usually translated as zombie or vampire for Western palates, the Jiangsi was really neither. They appeared as simply risen, fresh corpses. They moved (peculiarly!) by hopping rather than walking, and sought out the living to suck the Qilife force from their victims.
Perhaps significantly more interesting than the Jiangsi itself, was the lore surrounding them. "Zombie wranglers", or "Corpse Herders", usually Daoist priests, were men tasked with delivering these undead beings back to their respective home towns. Tradition in China placed great importance and emphasis on the return of the dead to their homes and families, and thus the corpse herders came to be. By using magick words and talismans they would animate the dead, and by placing specially inscribed parchments of paper over the Jiangsi heads and faces, the corpse herders would be able to control the hopping corpses. Then like pied pipers, they would lead processions of subdued undead, across many miles, rhythmically chanting and ringing tiny bells.
Special inns were built across China to house these undead caravans, as the zombies could only travel by evening and night, the sun anathema to them. Rows of doors opening to barely a closet-space, lined the walls of these special establishments. Behind these doors, the corpses would be stored upright while the corpse herders rested in rooms.
The Jiangsi under the control of a corpse herder were quite harmless, merely hopping after him, silently and without complaint, for weeks and months. If however, the magicked parchment would somehow be removed from their faces, the creatures would immediately seek living humans to kill. Their thirst for Qi was unquenchable.
The job of a corpse herder was an interesting one to say the least.