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.

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

She was known as 'Moon Child' by her friends as she only came out at night, and whilst they loved to play with her, those who did so for too long would soon have cause to regret it. He was her father and the town undertaker, with a secret much less savoury role as the town necromancer.

I'm different. I have a different constitution, I have a different brain, I have a different heart... Dying's for fools, dying's for amateurs.

The eldest of six sisters and the heir apparent of the Argyle-Blakes, and an investigator for the Royal Theosophical Society

Immortality can be had, but for a cost. Some are willing to pay this price, some are willing to make others pay the price. So long as there is gold in my hand I care not.

Welcome to my humble home. Feel free to stay as long as you like, if you remain at all. Do be warned, though, the place is a bit... unstable...

Alchemists are found in many fantasy settings. If used properly, alchemists can add unique flavor to your game. But what is the story of that powerful person standing behind the counter? Why do they sell magic? I have thirty different answers to that question.

I once sought vengeance, I have since been consumed by vengeance and that is that is left of who I was

A mostly fleshed out 'wizard' character for your fantasy adventure.

Note from the Author: I originally created this background for a PC. You might find this background a little generic, but I found it sufficient to inspire complications from the GM's seat. This submission was heavily influenced by Harry Potter. If that hasn't sent you packing, enjoy.

Once one of their number, the eternal outcast wishes to take from the Elves what they hold dearest - their dreams, their past, their future.

It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster

Skillet ~ Monster

Bells tolled continually, announcing new deaths.

The Master of Starlight, Player of Games; This Quizzical Fey knows Everyone's Names.

The Voice of Time

Pronounced (Kelek-gun-dall)

Story & details of a demon lord trapped in a mortal shell

Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.

Crazy old woman, selling pieces of bone and fake charms. The fact that the villagers even tolerate the old eye-roller hag demonstrates a lack of piety to the Faith.

Abbot Bilwhite

Belphegor - A demon of Sloth and Greed