Warlord, Relic Hunter and sometimes Husband

Falling Toward Grace: Profiling Sarah Voltaire
--by Jamie Easton, New York Times
From one of the world's most powerful and prominent Deltas to part-time barista in Greenwich Village, the life of Sarah Voltaire might seem like a fall from grace. But spending a warm afternoon with her recently, I came to know a woman who has fallen not from, but towards grace.

First Impression: a weedy military man

An elfin warrior from a fallen house.

Also known as Moon the Loon, Goon Beard, and Who?

An agent of the Vatican, Father Titus is one of it's highest ranking and most effective special agents.

Sometimes what begins as a Fairy Tale can end in misery. The tale of Celsia Frostblossom is testament to this.

Honor is in the Eye of the Beholder

Aging Queen Seeking Her Successor

A thin, dainty old woman with a love of both gardening and the physical suffering of others.

Like the mythical hydra, the Illuminati have many heads and even more hands. The minions of the Illuminati might work to their hidden master's ends without ever knowing the design of their work, or for whom they indeed work for.

Herein lies the histories of Warpriest Lazarus, righteous fist of Tridoa. Lord Lightward the Lunar Hammer.

Herein lies the birth of Lazarus Lightward the Hellpriest; Trickster of Devils and Master of the Bloodied Moon.

Sometimes the old ways are best. A pivotal undead sorcerer.

There are some types of evil that are not easily recognizable as such. Much like the mountain-top ascetic or the cloistered saint, there is no obvious sign of the darkness that lurks inside Vodai.

All Maire wanted was to give her husband a child. She wasn't about to let death stand in the way.

'Alzim, now that's a name! Leader of the Alten Mercenary Corps, master tactician, ex-general of the Cadmury Kingdom's forces, slayer of entire brigades, or perhaps most notable is he is a master Weilder. Sadly many of the young do not remember him.'

Old man at the local pub

The rain poured down on the city of Grathen in a relentless beat that would marvel the best of drummers. It beat down on the public buildings, with pedestrians streaming in front of, with eyes cast upwards and lips mumbling prayers to Rain Gods. It beat down on the Slums, where thieves were mumbling thanks to their gods for all these people looking up and not at their purses. And it beat down on Ariel Lorette, a girl of 13, escaping from horrors beyond the common person's imagination. Ariel Lorette, with rain streaming down her face and hiding her tears of pain and sorrow and, above all, victory. For Ariel had escaped them. Ariel was free.

'I will give man his threescore and ten, and then give him more. Death himself will fall before me.'

The heir to the throne is hiding more than a few secrets...

Behind every great man is an astonished woman. Or the woman who did it for him.