Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger

The Masque of Hunger

Cloaked in mystery, and yet one of the main figures of power in Locastus, City of Mirrors.

"Yes, there are some unusual patterns to these - her patients, but we have nothing to prove anything other than statistical anomalies."

"Ladies and Gentleman, Children of all ages! Welcome to my Carnival! You will see sights to behold, and things beyond belief! Some may frighten you, and some may shock you, but its all in good fun! Please, stay a while...and watch."

The father of the Hanaset society, who to this day watches his people through reptilian eyes...

"Hail! You there, farmer. We are in need of aid; do you have a temple or a priest? We ran into some bandits up the road there and are injured. Jonst won’t last much longer." A large man bellowed from the broken roadside.

"Of course stranger. You can find Luayas in the center of the village proper continue on until you see a large apple tree; she can aid your wounded. Please be gentle and offer tithes for her generosity." A gentle eyed man in homespun clothing, simple yet comfortable in the heat.

"Thank you farmer, we are in your debt. What does Luayas look like so that we might find her quickly? Does she stay by the tree often?" saying over his shoulder in thanks as he half pushed, half carried his companion along.

"No stranger." The farmer laughed, "She is the tree."

A demon's kiss burns with lust and with shame. So do their secrets and their magic.

You say you have no place to go, friend? That you do not even know, if it is worth going anywhere? I hear there is a place where they might help you.

Greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms, greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind

Pismir the Miser

Magic is a blessing and curse, life and death, birth and undoing, a goal and a way.

The Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.

The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.

The mage of Time, the former master of the enuch wizard Volomain walks the lands once again, a small sun circling the vessel known as a lifeform.

The body is a temporary host for a transcendental creature, though most of these creatures fail to transcend before the death of the host. I shall not fail.

Morgellon Mantengase

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

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.

Hachnar T' Velstrad

An insular alchemist walking two paths..

They had thought him a crank, an eccentric, not practicing a real form of magic. How wrong they were.

'Seizing this one was far easier then I expected,' thought Yuther the devil, ' he puts up no fight!

'No my lord!' cried Herithi. 'Have Mercy! Take my eyes instead!' Why did I say that?! thought Herithi, shock registering through him.My eyes? Shalali protect me...