Raven man is half raven an half man. He has bird feet and wings.
Larkin thought that she was just like the other girls in her village. Her mother was a local crofter, but her father was an incredibly wealthy man who was seldom around but cared very deeply for her mother. Now her mother has passed away, her father hasnt come back, and things are starting to happen to her, things that are neither natural or explainable…
Patrick Greenbottle was once a normal halfling with a love of potions. Now he has been transformed into something much more.
Madness is in everyone but is only shone through the ones who expose it and hidden by those who fear it- Demitri
All of his life Fflam lived in the shadows of greater and more terrible demons than himself. One day he would show them all…
When did it all start? He would never know for sure, although he traces it, like a finger on a map following the broad river back to the invisible thread of the beginnings, to one evening early winter.
A great demon of death and destruction.
Blurring the line between black and white, Selyn DeJaod is one of the last surviving Blaze Knights of old.
A man of the city in the wild, a man of coin stands at nature’s side? Can this go well, can it bear fruit? Will he be worthy, will duty take root?
Tainted. Witch. Hellspawn. Freak. Monster. How often does one have to hear this until ... she makes the decision to stand up, stand up for them all?
Darken Flind is capable of harnessing the raw power generate from sacrifice and forge the struggling soul-essence into magical runes and charms. Bloodforging, as the practice is known, tends to be less subtle and benevolent than other forms of magic. However, a bloodbound object can be incredibly potent and deadly in the wrong hands.
Destined am I to hunt down and slay the half breed called Rachat, for only his demise can bring me what I yearn for…
A product of chaos storms and waaaaaaaaaaaay to much caffine, Beet has boundless energy and the single mindedness of a stick.
My dark past will never let me rest, the only solace I find is bathed in the light of the moon. Tell me, have you ever danced with a devil in the pale moonlight?
He has a secret that only few know. He is being watched, always, unseen,unheard. This secret is on the priority of global security. If only he knew what he was truely, what his secret is.
A young warrior turned warlord with a heart to satify his people’s needs. Yet every golden hero has an obsidian heart waiting to be released.
“Hehe, a good prank never hurt anybody. Lets do it anyway”
(Name translates directly from ancient Egyptian as: Strong Protector, the Hidden One.) A mysterious shaman appearing without regard to wheres and whens, upon the divine bidding of other Realms. An entity of legend, belonging to a legendary and ancient sect.
Very few carry the griffin tamer bloodline, and those that do, are given a remarkable gift…
Ppoor little Corticus, born much smaller then the other fauns. Someone needs to help him out, someone needs to build him up…
What a narrow street! The bowed windows of the upper floors encroach on the view of the bowed windows opposite, making it all very dark and shady down here in your carriage. You feel it slow down and stop, and there are raised voices outside. Craning your neck out of the door you see a smug cartsman ahead, whose cart is blocking just enough of the narrow street to make your passage impossible. He appears to be waiting for you to move, but your driver is hurling abuse at him and your horses are getting restless...