Blood, biles black and yellow and phlegm, these are the four vital humours that govern our bodies. Understand them, and health is a simple matter.
St. Gray of Galen, Lectures
My Queen should be pleased that Aurixia cannot grant me an heir, for if my dragon could give me a child I would have no use for the woman or her dubious charms…
Attributed to King Thyr, from the Book of the Black Rose
Better stay away from him, he’ll rip your lungs out…
His hair was perfect…
I’d like to meet his tailor…
I will make a prison that is as inescapable as the crime that infests our cities and towns
Volomain is a great wizard which has the rank of Master of the Bones.
Yeah yeah, I know the Duke. Of course I do. P. Donkey Donque travels in some high circles, jester.
A legendary warrior of Ironspirit, and patron hero of the desperate stand.
Emma Verney is the black sheep of the rich and noble Verney family because of her strange liking of the Orc tribes of the wastelands.Such a liking may well have got her into deep trouble with the Orcs and her fellow humans alike.
Never a more petty and larcenous trio will there be found.
Ibn Al-Fadyn is no ordinary weaver of tales, but instead tells tales of infromation and observation.
The brilliant Doctor Ghanek brought peace, prosperity and relief from starvation and disease to her people. But to what lengths was she willing to go for it?
A villain with a taste for living art.
No, no. This hasnt been done correctly. Move aside imbecile…
My Sword is yours, milord…
Send in the clowns.
The undisputed head of the Trinity, and the story of Falhath’s oldest folk hero.
Clad in a rainment of silver scale and chain armor, Ixia is the second member of the Trinity
Creator of the Black Book, the primogen tome of necromancy, few names are as feared or reviled as that of Mastere.
Saddah, the patron of games. A mysterious woman you might see around games of luck, undoubtly another fan… or an evil spirit that will take the most driven gambler with her.
The sun has set upon the Kingdoms of Men, may night have mercy on us…
Opening Quote of the Book of the Black Rose
In a small inn (the more remote the better), a man turns up dead. There are no wounds on his body what-so-ever, and he aboslutely reeks of garlic.
The man died of a curse that forced him to eat a clove of garlic a day or suffer the penalty. This gets really interesting if the body somehow appears on top of a someone the villagers are suspcious of.