A lone wanderer who stalks monsters across the hinterlands, carving her trail in blood and silence while the past howls at her heels.
An eccentric magical inventor whose enchanted goods flood local markets—along with the occasional explosion or unintended transformation.
A wandering priestess whose gentle voice carries visions of sunlit resurrection and truths buried beneath the weight of sorrow.
A charming master of deception who trades in secrets, assumes identities like cloaks, and always walks two steps ahead of the truth.
A battle-hardened commander who survived too many failed campaigns, now holding the line with dwindling troops and unshakable grit.
If tyranny builds walls, Yelka’s job is to blow holes in them.