Thief, murderer, mercenary, criminal boss and general pox on humanity.

Inspired by Ulysses Klaue

'Where do you come from?' asked Clovis.

'Well, this I do not remember,' said the man. 'And also, I am not sure where I am going. But one thing I do know is that I am very hungry, so I am happy that you have come along!'

The bow is a highly intelligent weapon, with memories and plans. The wielder of the bow is a brainless zombie, who is still perfectly capable of wielding the weapon. Together, they're an NPC.

A first generation supersoldier program, Dynamo Atlas was a success, and there are still a good number of these 'titans' alive and active

A Revised and improved collection of scallywags, scoundrels, and nautical ne'er do wells.

A bloodthirsty band of brutal barbarian brigands, baneful and bleak in bearing. Beware!

'By the Winter of 182 AR, Emperor Vezimmir's rule in Tiberia was almost complete. With shrewd diplomacy and ruthless military insight, he had decimated the Eturian Empire by first breaking a deal with Rollo, Warlord of the Vesi, to invade Datia. Most of Eturia's armies were off West fighting the Adamantians alongside the Drysians. However, to ensure that Datia never received aid from Eturia, Vezimmir orchestrated with the Reavers of Oskaria to descend upon Eturia's poorly defended coastal cities. It comes as no surprise that, with the fall of the Eturian Empire, her lands were in no shape to deny the Emperor's rule.'

'A kill within every ten steps,

Not leaving traces within a thousand miles,

Dusting off one's clothes and leaving after the deed,

Hiding one's presence and name deep.'

~ Excerpt from Li Bai's 'The Verse of the Wandering Swordsman'

'Who would expect a commoner from a land that had once rejected the Son of the Light and the Holy Empire to become the next heir to the draconic essence of Traghen?'

William Dashaw, Lord Scribe to the Illyrian Court.

'I watched my family burn. I kill men with the tools of my father's trade. He created. I destroy. That is a gift the Light chose me to bear. Think well you before you pray to the Light for gifts.'

Solomon Soulhammer,

Chosen of the Essence of Traghen, High Lord of Barbarus, Keeper of Sentinel, Wielder of the Soulhammer.

One bad moment left him permanently destitute. Down on his luck, Mark Greaves learns that necessity sometimes brings you to work you never realized you could be good at.

Dwarven Assassin

Priest of a death goddess

The dark elf femme fatale Elainuk was the firstborn son of Robert and Lulu Bobblecork. She was born a healthy bouncy baby boy in the shire of Pedstand, which was part of the Cordially Aligned Tetrarchy of Halfling States.

Nowadays there is no such animal as a non -combatant

German zeppelin corps commander Peter Strasser explaining that those who provide the materials of war are just as dangerous as those that fight the wars.

An army marches on its stomach.

Napolean Bonaparte

My take on Dracula for my 1640's Demon Hunting Game

The fearsome horror of the Drow-Beholder-Liche!

'Would you prefer I run my sword through your spine and leave you laying here for the wolves to gnaw upon or to just burn you alive with my magic? I would prefer to collect what I am after without the use of violence, but make no mistake I will kill you to remove this trinket from the hands of humanity.'

~Halimath the Wanderer~

Roaming the back roads, ever searching for his lost head. Beware the Headless Motorcycle Man.