Most people wake up in the morning hoping something interesting will happen today, Iziah just hopes to wake up in the morning…
A bounty hunter who seems to reach full potential in battle while under the influence of alcohol. He is constantly traveling from pub to pub looking for work. He has stupidly accepted jobs assigned to kill werewolves, vampires, orcs, and the most fierce of beasts.
A once noble man, he was tossed aside and tortured. He is an empty shell of what use to be Human.
A wonderer, a warrior. He is both cursed and blessed, he is feared and loved, but always misundestood.
A rattlebrained once-paladin who has become obsessed with destruction and alchemy…..
There Is No Evil; There Is No Good; There Is Only Power- Kellen Tavador
From the time of his birth he was trained by his father to lead men. He is an excellent horseman, swordman, and archer. He knows the history of his own lands, and that of the kingdom of Gwynlaith. A pity he has learned little else in the ways of the world, trechery, or women.
He devoted his existance to the destruction of the undead, and the demonic Lord Diavolo in particular. Now, thousands of years later, he must fight himself to fight the darkness.
quick of wit, strong of sword arm, and irresistable to the ladies, Redgar the valiant is the epitome of the heroic warrior.
Sir Whitewing, a typical knight, loyal to his lord to his death and couragous as all get out. Currently leading an army of 10,000 soldiers east to battle the swamp ogres that threaten the borders. Charismatic and rash, he will charge recklessly into battle for his friends, without heed for his life. Smart and out-going he isn’t what most noble’s sons would be.
When you have everything, you have want for nothing, and then the boredom sets in…
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to see a truly odd char in a wild world? Well Matsuro may seem like your average troubled family turned thief…but he is so much more…
Raign the Kyton is an ancient Kyton demon who have been cursed by his former master with a soul.
A wandering, former knight, who saves lives and steals for good causes.
She’s a were hybrid (hybred?) Her mother is fox were her father is wolf were. She’s a healer, but also a warrior. She does not like to fight, but will if she has to. And she will to defend what she thinks is right. She is skilled in everything else needed to survive in the wilderness. Such as tracking, hunting, etc. She is always accompanied by her spirit guide, SkyStar, a large male wolf. They can speak telepathically to one another. And they also share a common language, wolf.
She might not seem to be much of a threat. Not at first. Just pray you never meet her when she’s hungry.
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.
Cold Comfort is a long-sword of star-steel, its blade giving off a wan, blueish light. Its grip is wrapped tightly in snow-serpent hide, and its pommel bears a single opalescent gemstone.
This blade is enchanted in such a way, that whoever wields it, begins to fall completely and irrevocably "in love" with the weapon. This love does not manifest itself as the expected reverence and bond formed between any warrior and his weapon, but as a deeper, truer love, one has for a soul-mate of the same species! The longer the wielder carries Cold Comfort the stronger and more disturbing this love becomes, and only the most powerful of magicks can potentially break the sword's insidious spell. The blade's owner will even speak to and coo to the weapon, convinced that the sword understands and returns this epic love.
If the blade's wielder somehow loses the weapon or has it taken away, they will become inconsolable, and will predictably go to "ends of the earth and back" to retrieve it at any cost. Such is the weapon's curse that even separation from it does not damper the feelings the owner has for the sword. Legends tell of several distraught and mind-addled knights who even years after losing the blade, still wander the country-side searching for their lost love. And woe be to the "new lover" if and when they find him or her.