A one eyed mercenary the ladies just can’t get enough of.
He is 972 years old and has a wife. He congregates with any good creature and will help any one in need. He is a good black smith and can work with most meterials.
A powerful conjurer with an affinity for iron, Sorn has paid a terrible price for his power.
Soft of voice, light of eye, dark of hair, and also of heart, Hippomenes the Fearful holds the province of Colistia in an iron grip.
At first glance, Gray appears to be a normal human. A little exotic looking, but that’s it. But appearances are so often decieving…
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?
A brutal warrior of Justice, his own justice.
A mighty warrior who seized power in Torridon, leading it to victory against its enemies. Now he seems to be slipping in to madness, though none know the cause.
A heroic warrior who is not what he seems to be.
A front-line missionary into the worst of places.
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.
Lord Ziranith is descended from the first elf king Lord Wentinith. Leader of the elf population in Uni-mith.
Grordrim rules the coutry of Faz-Gnomedrax with an iron fist. Unlike most dwarves, they prefer the forest. Grordrim is quick to kill anyone who he thinks is a spy.
He is the chief ranger of HalÃ©fas, otherwise known as the white wood. With his ranger patrole of seasoned fighters:Vaxtar, Wellfur and Dawmith, they defend their home from the evils that lurk all around.
Many people know the Honorable Judge has a little weakness for Elves. Some people know he was raised by Elves. But no one knows about his deep hatred for them…
A beautiful girl, queen of a small kingdom. She is the last descendent of the Great Tempest, the choosen of Hydros.
You might think this is just crippled man living in the woods, but he has been through alot more than you would think.
Not everything apears to be what it is. Orcs were once elves at one time…
Those that know him have long ago forgotten his last name if he ever had one. Once a respected adventurer of great reknown he has since fell into mindlessness and general senility. An elf of no little confusion, his great knowledge is still available, just difficult to get to.
A being descended from the stars to rule over the Empire of B’Gazzi. (It is not actually male, it is asexual.)
For those familiar with cantrips, you know they are minor acts of magic that have hardly any noticable effect on the world. For example a cantrip to make your food taste better won't heal you any more, or be any more nourishing, just won't make it so hard to get it down. A light cantrip certainly won't be able to blind or even distract anybody, but you might be able flash it to signal someone looking at the right spot.
What if children's nusery ryhmes were a form of cantrip? Like the "Rain, Rain, go away, come again another day." One child singing it wouldn't do more than spare her house a couple raindrops, but what if the whole village got together and was chanting in unison? Each one doing just a bit might actually be able to divert a whole storm...