From the time of his birth he was trained by his father to lead men. He is an excellent horseman, swordman, and archer. He knows the history of his own lands, and that of the kingdom of Gwynlaith. A pity he has learned little else in the ways of the world, trechery, or women.

He is a beast and a paladin; a monster and a hero. He is a companion to heroes; a walker of the roads. He is not what you expect when you think of as a Hero or Heroic Companion, but he has saved a number of worlds.

He is also one of the largest dogs you will ever meet.

A pale comparison of a former man. Obviously someone who has a terrible past.

Some elves lose patience teaching the 'young' races, and set out to employ harsher methods. A few doubt the very intent of mother nature, and set out to bring their own vision to life.

Just an ordinary woman in a small village, suddenly taken away from her home to a long, long journey... Sounds like something that everyone hopes for himself, something else, something... well, adventurous, doesn't everyone want something like that?

...She doesn't.

Do not become the beast you hunt...

All know that Elves cannot die, and that Men do. All know that Men go unto the Underworld upon their death, and that the Elves retire unto the Spiritual Elysium. Yet in the Great Scheme, where goes the one with one foot in the Underworld, and one foot in the Realm of Spirit?

An unusual woman, with twelve debts she can never repay.

He may be a small green goblin but donât tell him that or he might show you otherwise.

The quirky gnome captain of the small air ship the Flying Gopher. Knooble and his crew sell out their services of hauling cargo or quick travel.

He is a very powerful mage for his age at 26. He has led a very normal life, well at least as normal as you can get with a mage.

A feral, neanderthal-like man whose become a (somewhat) king amonsgst men, sorta.

Do you know what this means? asked the healer, staring earnestly at the boy from beneath his bushy white eyebrows.

Xander shook his head, his lip trembling.

'No.'

The healer's felt a rush of sympathy for the child. he reminded him of Shalleah somehow. 13 years was such a young age to die.

'You have but three months left.' he said slowly and softly. Each word rang solitarily through the room, and though they were whispered they had more impact then anything the young boy had ever heard before.

A young man, disowned by his family, traveling the world in an attempt to redeem himself with his musical talent and his prowess with a sword.

Sure, everyone 'round these parts knows who Dan the Dastardly Dog is. Last I heard the ARC had him cornered up in Demadex Canyon, a little silver mining town in the Arizona territory...

An angel who sacrificed wings to save the world

He devoted his existance to the destruction of the undead, and the demonic Lord Diavolo in particular. Now, thousands of years later, he must fight himself to fight the darkness.

To many, the clerics of the Gods of Death are reviled as evil monsters, conspirators of demons, and raisers of undead armies. How often is the common perception wrong?

Was this to be his last sight, then? These bloody-red gums, these rusty, iron teeth? Where were the Gods to defend him from Bloody Smile?

A lot of travelling singers have a flame or incessant longing in their heart.This woman's heart holds something more as well.