"Tonight, this city shall be purged for it's sins. They will all die, they will all burn. And in the end, not even death will stop their torment." -Ambrosia

"We, who carry the weight of an empire. We, who break our backs that others might rest easily! We, who will be slaves no longer! Rise, my friends! Rise against the injustices done to you!"

"Daddy, daddy, why arent you moving answer me daddy" Kamira wept as she hugged her fathers cold body blood already congealing where the assassins dagger had been thrust.

A wanderer at heart, and a highly skilled blade.
Hiraken now wanders through the forest, protecting it from those who seek to harm it while at the same time lending aid to travelers and warriors alike.

"Did a BEAR just jump out of that mans backpack?!?"
"Yes sir, I believe it did."

I need the shoe ads put in before the table of contents, and put the perfume ads behind the letters to the editor, don't make me get the Sanderson data again on ad placement, and where in the blazes is my double-latte?

Ariel Kincaid, VP of Glitter Magazine

A human infused with animal qualities, Kotor only wants retribution for what he has become.

Hazenbrazen & Gribaldy: Two Necromancers taking over the world one corpse at a time.

The yang and yin team of Connor, the Urban Paladin, and Heather, The Mystic Cleric, is very effective as his pragmatism is balance by her optimism, her enthusiasm and idealism are tempered by his cautious paranoia, his wounds are healed by her, and she is kept alive by his sword. This effectiveness aside, Connor and Heather are not your normal adventurous members of The Church. Nor are they a couple.

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger:
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking,
Through this world all alone.

The Commander of Confederation Special Operations Unit 13, the Star Falcons, Peregrine-0004.7 is an extravagant, yet highly effecient soldier. Time and time again, he has lead the Oraki black-ops teams to success, keening his unnerving war-cry.

Yet another list of 30, this time fiendish foes, vile villians, and and dastardly do-badders.

An outcaste goblin with a sadistic streak and a secret talent

The greatest of chieftains, uniter of the hordes, harbringer of chaos, many names he held, yet what is the truth behind one of the greatet Orc leaders of all time?

'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.'

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.

Doomed by the Shadow...

My Sword is yours, milord...

It's not a weapon that kills people, it are the poeple who do so...

If only the one wording such comment knew better!

Clad in black armor, perched atop a black destrier, Ourange is the image of the mercenary-lord...