The Leader of the Corpael Etasen maintains the appearance of a socialite trying to save the souls of humanity, but most definitely has other goals.
So, Lord and Lady Brennan definitely must sit together, but not too close to either of the Fletchers. General Schneider will cause a scene if he gets stuck next to one of those "brownnosed royalists," but his wife will be upset if she isn't next to one of the king's confidantes. I think we'll have to do it this way....
A member of the Cynopterid race
Immortality can be had, but for a cost. Some are willing to pay this price, some are willing to make others pay the price. So long as there is gold in my hand I care not.
Madness lingers there, in the broken corners of his mind.
My father is slain. His house is broken. His sword is shattered, and his axe has been rent apart. But his blood lives on.
His faithful will devour the world
It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster
Skillet ~ Monster
In the Time of Dying Stars, countless children warped by the black rain were slain after birth as monsters and hellspawn. A special one lived, to her dismay.
The Baron Trotha is responsible for most of the recent trouble in Vallermoore, and yet not even his most trusted minions have ever seen his face, as he wears crimson robes and a skull-like mask of black-painted steel. Why he is attacking the Kingdom is unknown, as he has never bothered to explain his actions. But with the kidnapping of King Montor's daughter, he may have gone too far this time...
"Brutal bugger, but he's handy to have around in a fight!"
Blonde is one cool dude.
Story & details of a demon lord trapped in a mortal shell
30 Royal and Regal Queens to rule them all.
Lithe she was, an elfin maiden, and her blades were like lunes shine
yet her heart was for me barren, she longed for darkness, was not mine
- Alinastro of Skystone
"Have mercy? Dear, foolish, man, the Mistress’s mercy is the only gift I have to give."
A Leader of all the Drannor has emerged with the heart and fury of her nation. Finally, the Orc-nation of the Drannor will rise up and crush their centuries-long oppressors.
Because someone must come up with new ways to kill.
Baugl, lost in the darkness beneath Hydra keep. Would that he had stayed in the shadow.
Despite his great power, this mage desperately wishes that he was just average, so people would stop trying to plant axes in his back.
The PCs have travelled long and far. As nightfall approaches a mighty storm is unleashed. Luckily there is a lush wood nearby the path.
A good shelter for the rage of the unnamed weather gods it seams at first. As the PCs enter under the roof of this dense wood, they are welcomed by only a few drops wich is allowed trough the thick forest crown. A fire is offcourse required to warm the weary bones of the travellers. As one of the party is set to the task of collecting firewood the others settle down at a suitable location. But alas, they did not know the perils of this forest. But it seems clear to the rest of the party that something ill is at work as the woodcutters scream echo from afar.