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.
A blessing can also be a curse - and the last thing the world needs is an Orcish confidence trickster with an enhanced intellect and a penchant for storybooks.
A great warrior, cursed with an eternal life and a dark companion.
This man looks like no one to be trifled with, and that assessment is correct.
Most people think Jade is a child at first, and many more dismiss her as harmless. But apperances can be decieving…
A man with a thorn tattooed on his cheek, maybe a slight smile on his lips and a strange look in his eyes should never be trusted… If they still do this, they have probably met Ferian, a man with a thorn tattooed on his cheek and almost always a little twinkle in his eyes. He is very polite, you can’t blame him for being rude. He just… Well if it suits him better, he will just eliminate all the problems in his way.
A member of demons from another plane come to feast on our pain, Bualgathor is an outcast among his kind, for he feasts on the pain of other horrors
She wouldn’t ever let anyone get close to her, and wore gloves all the time. She never let anyone know it, but she had a good reason.
Licarathia was always more at home in the woods than she was at her house. So maybe the secret she had wasn’t all that surprising.
A shadow warrior and defender of Pulca. Keeper of the key to the underground. Warrior of his great ancestors of Dro’Hizzir.
Quatr O’Malen is not your normal man. The fable lover of the Raven and the legendary Beastmaster may not look formible but who needs to when you’re the Beastmaster
The Traveling Wizard is a man of minor repute. He has made great impacts on a few places and people. Those that know him, know him to be powerful. However, most do not know him, for he travels the world. He seeks experience and knowledge, craves adventure. The journeys of the Traveling Wizard seem to never end.
Estranged from his family, Melvin can usually be found sleeping in the back of an ox pulled wagon that is driven by his cat familiar.
Fine artisans are hard to find, and Sinnameron goes out of his way to be even moreso.
Angry, insane, or just plain beastial; Barak is beyond healing.
The once noble Jiy family was wiped out years ago by their enemies. Only one escaped. And Jiy Lin has sworn vengance.
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.