Standing at the prow of the ship, Ashala rejoiced at the strong winds catching her midnight-black hair - flapping it like a pennant. The dark clouds ahead would have filled other seafarers with dread. Not Ashala. The dark clouds and wicked winds were an invitation, a challenge.

'Steady as she goes!' she shouted over her shoulder to the shipmaster, 'To the Eye!'

Blessed be are those wed beneath apple tree

Common Falk Saying, the Midlands

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.

30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard's shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.

The Black Bard of Nihilism

Alowin Brackwater is a beautiful young man, with mesmerizing eyes and a sly, mischievious expression. He just happens to be painted on a large canvas, rather than being alive. Surely, this cannot be held against him.

I would have never had thought one could come to like a rattling pile of walking bones, but Tohm simply grew on me. Watching him play checkers with Formuro was always amusing - whenever he took one of Formuro’s pieces he would rattle his jaw in joy.. From the diary of Professor Ethric, faculty of Divination.

His eyesight isn't what it was, but he's still got a brilliant way with calfskin.

Age is a terrible weight

The two foreigners claimed to represent their queen, but... Where did they say they were from?

A man of extremes

Extras and alternate 'headliners' for The Carnival of Forgotten Souls and other traveling shows

Every winter, a humble tinker man wanders through the villages, giving toys to the children...

Endowed with a generous love for the untainted bounty of the natural environment, this enigmatic individual has all but forgotten what it means to be human..

Splendid Reverse Worker seems to be manifested ill luck. In its presence everything seems to go wrong- mirrors and glasses shatter, animals fall ill and are injured, tempers flare and depression looms, metal rusts, and a general environment of pure Murphy's Law occurs.

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...

Few men in the Free Cities have as much power as this ambitious man, and fewer abuse their power so badly.

A member of the Branid family of were ravens.