The Quarsooth stands regally, watching impassively with its disturbingly beautiful golden eyes, as masses of sweating labourers haul massive block of lime stone towards the river banks of the Obo, the most majestic and the largest body of moving water in the little barony of Farkhon. Ample in fish stocks, the new masters of the land have deemed it perfect for humanity’s first fledgling attempt at advanced aqua-culture. If this ambitious prject proceeds as planned, the Quarsooth colonizers will introduce into the rivers, aquatic life-forms from their own native home-world that breed abundantly and are platable for the digestive system of most creatures, thereby guaranteeing their subjects a bulwark against mass starvation in the disastrous event of crop faliure or a cattle disease epidemic.
“The only creature, that can be victorious on any battlefield, is the raven.”
This mercenary company is listed on the rolls as ‘A Dwarven Archery Unit’. This archaic definition has confused many a lesser commander as to the use of the unit, being that Dwarves are notoriously awful archers. Yet to the savvy commander, the unit becomes the perfect tool for siege combat.
Serving extensively in the armies of human kings determined to eradicate the last tribal enclaves of ferocious non-humans that still stubbornly refuse to release their hold on the large tracts of wilderness which yet remain, this mercenary company has only one requirement of any potential recruit willing to sign up with them:He must not not be able to claim kinship of even the slightest kind with their employers..
The Comet is a herald of things of importance, normally on the field of battle.
They stood on the crest of the rise, three men deep. Their banners, Golden Lions Rampant on a split field of red and blue, fluttering on long poles in the wind. They were silent. By some signal, they all began to rush forward screaming their battle roar. Halberd and blade coming open on the move. The enemy line broke under the power of the Lion’s signature charge.
Major Advarete, Memoirs of the Twin Rose Wars 1320 Greenfield Presses
Many are the pirates who sail the storm-tossed seas, but few are more successful or more feared then the Regulators.
The Crimson Skulls Company is a mercenary company of some repute. That repute is not always the most positive. Their Motto is “We are Dead; we have no fear of you.”
The Aukstatians are the people of the Rujien Mountains, north of the Highlands. They are the enemies of the White Towns and the Darkpine Hunters to the east.
The Followers of The Book and The Word believe in the strict adherence to the Law and The Word.
The Church of the Message was built upon the ruins of the various churches that fell once their clerical powers were lost.
Many priests take a vow of poverty-but not the priests and priestesses of Mammon. But that is to be expected.
The Priests of The One are shaman scholars, showing the way of The Spirit, The One to the people. They do not like being called a church, as history has shown that all churches eventually become organizations and dominant ones.
This religion is meant to be a minor counterpoint, or even a cult, in a world dominated by a polytheistic religion. Religions do not exist in a vacuum, and few worlds are homogenous enough to have only one religion.
The grey talon assassins are a very special group for one reason. They have never been caught. They are impossibly hard to find; many doubt their very existence. Once one has found them, they can be sure the job will be done… for the right price of course.
The religious assassins known as the revenants are some of the most effective killers in Midian.
The Order of the Dry Bones is an order dedicated to the Destruction of Great Evils. They are the hands of a secret cabal dedicated to destroying Great Evils.
The Darkness is not a group of assassins. They are however, not friendly people.
First he becomes sweaty and feverish. Then the boils begin. The boils are beautiful. After that, he finds it difficult to breath, then move, then he drowns in his own blood. Is that sufficient?
The Strangler is a chaos entity worshipped by an assassin cult. Using narcotics in their worship members of this killing cult are very very dangerous.
You wake in a pub and see that it's full of were creatures, and they're all staring at you with a scared look on their faces. As you continue on into the pub you look at your arm. You notice that your arm is covered in thick brown hair. As you continue on into the pub you look in a mirror, and staring back at you is a 7 foot werebear. As you continue into the pub people start to shy away form you. Once you go the bar you ask the weretigress that's the bartender and begin to ask her why everyone is shying away from you, and she begins ro tell you why.