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.