Many hearts have been lost to the hypnotic beauty of the Elves' immortal Queen; others have bowed to the grandeur of the Lord of the Forest. You don't think that happens by itself, do you? They send for Boldrei!

An Empire was brought low by the vile astrologer Magnus Magisterius, but that was only the beginning of his evil.

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

A noblewoman of mixed pedigree, patron of the arts and infamous for playing 'the older woman'.

The power of the runes comes with a price, one the apprentice Tamford wasn't ready to pay

In a shadowed alley near Bassage Market, the secretive master of the city's 'resurrection men' studies mysteries of life and death.

This is fascinating. Scary, really scary, but fascinating.

Topaz you say, looks like a good quality citrine to me. I'll give you 8 pieces of silver for it.

Galvinus driving a bargain.

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

Inspired by a secret muse, a humble man sketches heroes and battles for the folk of the Market Quarter.

Kranno the Goblin didn't know what to do with his mastery of the art of skulking until he met the frustrated poet Vonyich Festelgabber.

A quiet old veteran that likes to visit the market in the evening, 'Chivver' is an easy man to overlook. On the other hand, he overlooks very little of what happens around him...

Shrouded in rags, this fallen foreign nobleman serves as the lethal right hand of the queen of the beggars.

The Pretty Princess Scroll

Man, too, is a primal creature, though he binds himself with the chains named Reason and Law, locked link by link from birth. Yet, those locks can be opened, the links broken, in both the savage world of the street-slum, and in the gilded cages of nobility.

One such creature is the petty pirate, Gurad Sorgon. Unknown to those that dismiss him as being merely an ugly face among the multitude of floating scoundrels that abound on the lawless seas, this marauder conceals within him the soul of a prehistoric terror.

Ssao E'hzeir, once a soldier, then a mandarin-magistrate, and then a clan-father, was rewarded for years of faithful service with the post of alytarch.

'That's got be the worst assassin I've ever seen.'

'I have seen the beast, tentacled and cruel. Tore out me eye, it did, like pickin’ a plum. It’s cursed, I tell ye, cursed to its cold heart.'
-Jerboam the Sailor

Misunderstood and much maligned, the Hek is a traveller who dreads violence. If it only understood the violence it caused.

Neither here nor there, the City of Shadows borders on the twilight of existance...

Bad luck just seems to follow him everywhere. Some say its a curse, others its just in his head. But there's one thing everyone can agree about Poor Josias: he is a sad, sad man.