There are some people who just lay down and die if someone hurts them. Some people forgive those who hurt him. And some… well, some decide to punish the people who hurt them. Me? Not even death can stop me from having my revenge. Not my death, not his death. They’ll all pay.
Squinzerephtoritzpik, aka Squints, is a simple small time scumbag informant who happens to be from a tribe of goblins with a unique body modification tradition…
"Some people call me a monster, and while that’s true enough, they don’t give me enough credit. I am an artist, sir, in a criminally neglected art."
Few men in the Free Cities have as much power as this ambitious man, and fewer abuse their power so badly.
A member of the Branid family of were ravens.
Kranno the Goblin didn’t know what to do with his mastery of the art of skulking until he met the frustrated poet Vonyich Festelgabber.
A quiet old veteran that likes to visit the market in the evening, “Chivver” is an easy man to overlook. On the other hand, he overlooks very little of what happens around him…
Shrouded in rags, this fallen foreign nobleman serves as the lethal right hand of the queen of the beggars.
Man, too, is a primal creature, though he binds himself with the chains named Reason and Law, locked link by link from birth. Yet, those locks can be opened, the links broken, in both the savage world of the street-slum, and in the gilded cages of nobility.
One such creature is the petty pirate, Gurad Sorgon. Unknown to those that dismiss him as being merely an ugly face among the multitude of floating scoundrels that abound on the lawless seas, this maruder conceals within him the soul of a prehistoric terror.
“That’s got be the worst assassin I’ve ever seen.”
Never a more petty and larcenous trio will there be found.
“It is said that the shadows hold many dangers, and that is true. I am one of those dangers.” - Saja Jyn
Few would guess that this kindly old man with the uncombed hair was the willing accomplice in many of the assassinations in the last two decades.
Peterus Winecrafter is a Thirdman, "He who knows People". He finds people work, arranges meetings between people, and can make other arrangements for you.
Dark eyed and sultry voiced, few men can ignore the words that spill from Malhonne’s full lips. Fewer ever notice their valuables stolen as she whispers obscenity and sweetness in their ears.
A strong fighter, but an exellent assassin. He is the son of the Bandit Lord, and is the rightful heir to his title.
A man with three identities. He sells the services of thieves and assassins, and he’s not above doing some of the work himself.
Sure, everyone ‘round these parts knows who Dan the Dastardly Dog is. Last I heard the ARC had him cornered up in Demadex Canyon, a little silver mining town in the Arizona territory…
Cold to the core, he is a rather young drow who has no friends and is very quiet and keeps to himself
Nadia, a sixteen year-old noble lady, is put up to the challenge of surviving when her panpered lifestyle is abrubtly shattered.
The Langdon Ballistics company has a short and muddled past of producing shoddy and cheap weapons. Stocks are made of orange plastic with black paint coverings, and metal components of the weapons they make are typically low cost alloys. Their most famous weapon is the L-12 Scatter Rifle, a fairly high power large bore shotgun. It is easily recognized by its orange stock and pronounced ammo clip.