Look at that, pale as death and she's got her neck covered, betcha fifty she's a fang-banger

Bar patron

A vampire Blood Doll, her master, and the workshop they share

We need to gather the cam-droppers and bulldog gears off of number six, yes the wrecked number six. Then, with those pieces and the short drive off of number three we can put number four back into action.

Abelard von Richter

Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.

Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill

''You want to know why we have that big old granite statute of a catfish? Why son, that's old Kugamu. Everytime folks around here be wanting to get a good catch from the lake, we grab some maggots, pig shit and old beef gone bad. Then we mash it up all together and toss it into the lake for him to eat. He's partial to that, is old Kugamu. Bless his heart, he's never let us down even once''.

A traveling scholar, digging up the roots of totemos that he encounters.

As the world grows and changes, so to do the gods. One such creature is Verdichtung, Reaver of Steam.

The only son of Dr. Nicholas Farthing, Ironwing has dedicated himself to the destruction of his father's Fabulous Engine.

"In all my years of research, perhaps the best way I have found to summarize the Hermit of Wither Tor is the name given to him by the inhabitants of the Grassdancer ghettoes. These unfortunates call him, in their own tounge, An´rah Grun´dar Ahr, which roughly translates into He-Who-Speaks-With-His-Fists....."

From "Locastus and beyond", by Darius Moak

Unique among the sea monsters that infest the oceans of Acqua, this abomination is cursed with a hunger for power that can never be satisfied.

"Stay back! I'm a... a powerful wizard!"

30 entertainers to make even the miserable forget their troubles and be happy again, if only for a short time before their sorrows close in again.

I have lost everything which is dear to me... I am... Lacrimosa.

Get to it, you mealy boned maggots! That stone isn't going to cut itself!

Bloody-Beard Borsht

I'm gonna be somebody, someday!

Umo Cinzento

Scale and bone and tooth and claw,
All are symbols of His law
Mourn not the fallen, sick, or weak,
They are His to claim and His to keep!

Andrew Wells is a reluctant outlaw, and this former royal singer has become one of the most unlikely members that ever joined an outlaw band.

An evil that nurtures evil, a dark mother that is cradle to shadow.

Unkown to anybody but a handful of people, this pretender has taken over a superpower and is leading it into a disastrous war to serve the interests of his foul god, Ma-O, the Great Demon of the Ocean

"Their so-called god, it is claimed, loves, and thus love is their virtue. Foolishness! Love is only fear of loss, and fear is among the keenest of weapons in our arsenal. Let us turn their virtue onto itself, and draw more souls into the Devouring Maw."
- The Paragon, address to his Overlords, in the second year of the Sectarian Wars