Shunned and exiled, Shkur-Lotan the Boiled seeks to engulf the world in flesh-scalding steam.
A corrupted captain of the Western Empire.
The gargantuan engine of destruction that has slept for centuries. But it has tired of travelling the paths of sleep and dreams…
An elder lich recently returned from a journey across the worlds who seeks an artifact of ancient times.
A regular female Robin Hood with an appreciation for relaxation.
A childlike cat burglar who catches her victims unaware.
Most, when they talk about her, call her a witch. But what the general public believes is far from the truth.
Talon is a man of many faces and many connections. Common people know him as Talon, a respected, untouchable courier for the rich. A courier that has connections to those can accomplish that which is unaccomplishable.
Two adventurers retiring in their prime, or are they really retiring? Set themselves up as proprietors of a Weapnsmithe and a Tavern but still have there fingers deep on the pulse of adventure.
They’re an odd set of siblings… excellent fighters and all too ready to take exception at the slightest thing…
Known throughout the land for his miracle elixir. Worshipped by the poor, envied by the rich, the miracles follow him as he travels, or so he would have everyone believe.
The Great Gate of Calast is not like other gates. It’s got a mind of its own…
A disembodied hand enthralled by an evil wizard to fetch books for him.
The pride of this tribe has led it to ruin. The only thing that remains is to die with pride.
An ancient old man, whose seen his fair share of bar fights. Still vigourous despite his age, he knows the tales and legends of the surronding area almost as well as he knows the chipped steins of his inn.
Yes, it’s the wise old man you alway knew you’d meet.
A gambler often on the move between towns. Unwittingly in posession of the Deck of Fate.
What happens when the atypical daughter of a nobleman renounces everything she was taught?
Her name is well deserved, as she’s the daughter of Insanity and Fear.
Who says that the most knowledgable people are adults?
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.