8.) The Revolutionary
This guard is a secret revolutionary. He has a deep hatred for members of the aristocracy, and has made getting this job his lifes work, with the sole intention of assassinating members of the royal family when he gets the chance. So far he has been unsuccessful, first because he needed to gain their trust and then because he has never had the chance-other guards have always been in the right place at the right time. He did once use poison, but the result was not fatal for the target, who put it down to badly cooked food and sacked two of the royal cooks. In battle, he would try and kill as high-ranking a noble as he could: And if he could get away with it, a noble on his own side.

6) Hatchet: He is an ugly man who specializes in axes. He has carries a number of hatchets.
30 of the Horde, Moonhunter

Get to it, you mealy boned maggots! That stone isn't going to cut itself!

Bloody-Beard Borsht

It's amazing what a huge amount of strain can do to somebody, what it can cause them to become.

They go together like a horse and carriage.
This I tell you brother, You can't have one without the other.

A Vampire hunter.

A mercenary for hire. If you can handle the foul stench of dead dog, sweat and grease.

Heroes, like legends, usually have a basis in fact. And, just like with legends, the facts rarely live up to the myth.
George the Dragonslayer is one such hero.

Stonedeath is a goblin assassin, but much more than that. His new form allows him to scale walls, fight with uncanny agility, and above all that; he has a hatred for adventurers.

Mercenaries and bounty hunters? We don't need the help of scum like that.

Vice-Admiral Koszcu

Every soldier knows he may be called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice. What he doesn't always know is the depth of the other sacrifices he may be called upon to make.

The jaguar stood at the door of the temple. The smell of blood from within assailed his keen senses. He placed one paw, and then another, over the threshold. The priest walked to the door, as the sun's light faded, and greeted the warrior Tepiltzin.

The party had driven the beasts to the edge of the cliffs, the kill was swift. Tlilpotonqui smiled broad and warm. It had been a fine day. His smile faded as he spied the crescent Moon already hanging delicately in the sky. The west was fading to pinks and golds. In his excitement, he had forgotten the time. He fell back, letting the party get well ahead, and turned towards the cliffs. As the last rays of the Sun faded he dove towards the rocky waters below...

Seldom will you see such a distinguished veteran: A man of action, who always seems to have what a soldier needs!

A half-breed son of the Volgotoi, Vorodon seeks to find his place in a world that rejects his kind.

Magic has brought us to this point of self-destruction,' the Captain said. 'It's the dichotomy of our curiosity and greed, which are ingrained—greed, because we had to survive because we were always hungry, so we had to gather things, and curiosity, which brought us out of the trees

Thoral's grim brigade is a mercenary unit under curse. They are led by Thoral, a half-undead half-realdead reanimated barbarian who negotiates the brigades affairs in a terse and direct whisper.

I don't know what it was that set Shoutin' Sam off, but when he left, it was like goddamned Apaches had busted in here and had a scalpin' party in the saloon...

Once a 'stew-plate' assassin, Bren Bloodblade has come up swiftly in the underworld, his talents genuinely disturbing to the powers that be...

Some people are going to be the 'new guy' all their lives.