As the sun set, the holy monk of Jove muttered a word and the tip of his staff flared into flame like a torch, without being burned or scorched in any way by it's own holy fire. He carried on his way without fear of being sneaked up on or stepping off the path in the dark.

Hated by humans and other vampires alike, and in his eyes forsaken by the God that he spent his whole mortal life devoted to, Alexis is a self-hating Vampire.

A key tool of the Necromancers of Light, the Soulbinder eases the difficulty of resurrection.

By night this young woman takes the shape of a huge mosquito the size of a dog, and flies around looking for people to feed on. She has the ability to split apart into a cloud of small mosquitoes to fly under doors and through any small cracks and holes in a house, and then reforms and is able to puncture mosquito nets to feed on her victims. If she gets into a fight and starts losing, she will split apart again and fly away to make her escape, and as long as even one of those mosquitoes gets away unharmed, she will turn into her human form at dawn and regain all her strength and vampiric powers by dusk. Those that she bites are likely to come down with disease afterwards.

'See that one, with the burn scars and dark veins? Don't stick too close; he shoots fireblood before engagements. Keeps friends and foes alike at bay, it does.'

The old soldier looked up with all three of his eyes. 'I lost one of my eyes to a sword point, and they used a little too much Growjuice to heal it. Still, I'd rather have three eyes then only one.'

Light Mech for close encounters of the 'messy' kind.

Unpowered and unmanned, the gliders provide a graceful and silent means for delivering death. Once again the engineers found that you didn't need to reinvent the wheel. . .

The hard working, the lazy and the indispensible, 30 Servants to look after the myriad needs of your world's nobles.

'Kobolds have an empire? Since when?'

The Interstellar Highway of the Galaxy

The Disgraced & Vanquished
She is the former heiress or countess of a ravaged land, now participating in the once-unthinkable and unimaginable. Often in history, when one group of people conquered another, as an exclamation point, the victors would force or sell the noble wives and daughters into slavery, particularly of the sexual variety. This was a final slap on the face for the vanquished.

Malevolent Vampire Mutation? Or Brain-Dead Sun-Junkie?

Don't run blindly for the silver vein or you will never see that what you seek is pain.

The villagers are having a fit, they've found something in the woods!

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

'Zutul? You mean someone took time to give it a name?'

Maj. Rielle Law

A potion to cheat death... almost.

When inventors, scientists and researchers die, they don't always take their ideas with them.

'I pick your fleas, you pick mine. Well, that would be if either of us had fleas. Haha, right?'