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.
A great warrior, cursed with an eternal life and a dark companion.
Angry, insane, or just plain beastial; Barak is beyond healing.
Never Ending Silence is the greatest Death-Knight of the Ghostlord known as Frozen Priestess Adorned With Bloody Feathers, and he is very good at his job.
When Bianca was blinded, many people said that she would never fight again. But, then, Bianca has always enjoyed being above expectations.
He’s seen villages burn. He’s thrown the torches, and he’s thrown the water. He’s been up to his waist in gold, and up to his waist in blood. He’s seen it all.
This Elf is a very thoughtful warrior. But he has an absent past.
Resting in tree branches and picking his teeth, this creature wastes the day sleeping or walking across the country side.
Ansgar is a Rohirrim (Same race as the Riders of Rohan)that wanders aimlessly along roads and paths mearly to see the world or to patroll… depending if he is employed or not. He usually sings or whistles while traveling and is quite formidable looking while riding his meara.
By all appearances, she was a successful fighter. Pity she didn’t know if she was or not…
A devout fighter, protector of his family, willing to go to any length to serve his homeland.
Shunned and exiled, Shkur-Lotan the Boiled seeks to engulf the world in flesh-scalding steam.
A corrupted captain of the Western Empire.
They’re an odd set of siblings… excellent fighters and all too ready to take exception at the slightest thing…
The Great Gate of Calast is not like other gates. It’s got a mind of its own…
What does a warrior do, if he can not “go on” anymore? Some give up, this one did not.
These rare, fist-sized spiders do not make webs, but rather excrete secretions which harden upon contact with air. These "droppings" resemble barley-sized spider eggs, or even lustrous pearls, once the slime coating them, dries up. In fact, dried Pearl Spider "drops" are indistinguishable from the marine varieties produced by mollusks, and hence of identical value on the open market!
Several centuries ago, they were studied by naturalists, and several observations were made. Firstly, was that these spiders "lay" these pearls for no apparent or discernible "natural" reason, and secondly, the naturalists had discovered that the more these spiders ate or were fed--and they were true omnivores--the larger the spider pearls came out.
A cottage industry began. Enterprising merchants hunted and collected these creatures across the lands, erecting spider-farms for the manufacture of Spider Pearls. It wasn't long before someone got the idea to force-feed the spiders, ala foie gras geese, and soon, the fattened spiders began pooping out pearls of great size! (relatively speaking). The regular pearl market came to disarray, and prices and value fluctuated wildly.
[b]Plothook[/b] The Mermen Mercantile Alliance hires the party to eradicate all terrestrial Pearl Spider Farms!