30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard’s shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.
“She’s dead, Jim.” “We have the technology, we can rebuild her.” “... Yes. But should we?” “We must, in order to counter his scheming.” “Then we’ll do it.”
You find yourself captured by Goblins. (We won’t ask, we know it is embarassing.) Looking for your escape, you begin to watch the Goblins. Suprisingly, they are a fairly complex bunch.
The Black Bard of Nihilism
Known as the Witch-Queen of Togaille, the White Lady, and the Liche Elfbane.
Alowin Brackwater is a beautiful young man, with mesmerizing eyes and a sly, mischievious expression. He just happens to be painted on a large canvas, rather than being alive. Surely, this cannot be held against him.
Cowardly maggots! Bow your thrice cursed heads and thank the goddess that you still draw unworthy breath!
A list of thirty aristocrats, ready to be dropped in the king’s court, the ball, or what have you.
A farmer, handy with a bow, and if you’re a bird I would advise staying far from his fields
It is a small, lively town like so many others. Do you wonder who are the movers and shakers here?
I would have never had thought one could come to like a rattling pile of walking bones, but Tohm simply grew on me. Watching him play checkers with Formuro was always amusing - whenever he took one of Formuro’s pieces he would rattle his jaw in joy.. From the diary of Professor Ethric, faculty of Divination.
Hachnar T’ Velstrad
An insular alchemist walking two paths..
Piash is a half-elf outcast deep within an imperial province. He has been rejected by everyone around him his entire life. He has no family, even his last name, Nildar means ‘no-clan’. But his mixed blood holds a curse that is finally starting to surface.
They had thought him a crank, an eccentric, not practicing a real form of magic. How wrong they were.
What weight has legacy, what strength has a name, in an era when the stars themselves bend to the will of man, when the gods have been forgotten?
His eyesight isn’t what it was, but he’s still got a brilliant way with calfskin.
Age is a terrible weight
“Seizing this one was far easier then I expected,” thought Yuther the devil, ” he puts up no fight!
They are two sides of the same coin-either one will kill you, they’ll just think about it differently.
In a world where it seems that even the smallest of ideals has a deity to call a patron, even bastards have a patron god to call their own.