This blade is not old, nor is it renowned. It means alot to the one that bears it, however, and can be very deadly if used properly.

He's seen villages burn. He's thrown the torches, and he's thrown the water. He's been up to his waist in gold, and up to his waist in blood. He's seen it all.

Unknown to anyone, a glamorous ball for the Duke of Erezi will turn into a confusing and chaotic bloodbath.

Sometimes locks need that extra sharp fingernail to twist the catch. Sometimes a thief might find himself locked in a prison with a wooden door. The Muzzled Mouse is a hideous little tool which helps one in such situations...

This Elf is a very thoughtful warrior. But he has an absent past.

You might think this is just crippled man living in the woods, but he has been through alot more than you would think.

A soft smile and good nature hides this mans true intentions.

Floating cities, legendary spells, sinking islands, and a missing king.

Resting in tree branches and picking his teeth, this creature wastes the day sleeping or walking across the country side.

Paranoid of the future; longing for the past, Niandra needs a new master.

A weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.

GalwaEnchena is the name for the ultimate weapon, the weapon said to be able to slay even a God, if the wielder is willing. This weapon appears to be a finely crafted broadsword. It is so much more. Forged by Corvus the Great, for Alyen the Wise, known as Alyen the Bloody, King of Western Marches, it is a weapon so terrible that it brought peace to the land. Note: GalwaEnchena in the old tongue means 'End of Conflict/ End of War'

Rings of great benefit, but also sizeable danger.

A simple leather harness covered with an odd assortment of axes.

The heroes are ninjas of the Kakemetsu Clan, hired to assassinate the Lord Kuganara Daijo. But when they infiltrate the Kuganara Castle, they find that there is more to this than there seems to be.

Not everything apears to be what it is. Orcs were once elves at one time...

Ansgar is a Rohirrim (Same race as the Riders of Rohan)that wanders aimlessly along roads and paths mearly to see the world or to patroll... depending if he is employed or not. He usually sings or whistles while traveling and is quite formidable looking while riding his meara.

Old swords, ancient kings, and forgotten cities. Once the greatest city in the land, now guarded by darkness and death. Akibara was one of the hubs of the east, gateway to the sea, entrance to the lands. Now it lies amid a forgotten desert of ruin and death.

Those that know him have long ago forgotten his last name if he ever had one. Once a respected adventurer of great reknown he has since fell into mindlessness and general senility. An elf of no little confusion, his great knowledge is still available, just difficult to get to.

A fist-sized clot of shadows with strange visual properties.