Sir Alric the Hollow - The Helmed Horror
He doesn’t speak. He remembers. Every cut, every betrayal, every broken oath etched in steel. You don’t just die fighting the Hollow—you’re judged.
Varkhazek - The Bearded Devil
He fell from the skies like a comet of iron and rage. And when he stood, the ground burned with his name.
Mournskin - The Flesh Golem
He walks the old ward each night, dragging chains that whisper in tongues long dead. Some say if you follow him, you’ll hear your name stitched into his skin.
Sir Patrek Halvar – The Eldritch Knight
"A sharp blade ends conflict. A sharper mind prevents it."
Sikora Raynes – BardRogue Chaos Icon
"I didn’t break the rules—I just never read them."
Maku of the Quiet Mark – Monk of the Veiled Palm
"Words are wasted. Steps are not."
Stevrin Horvain – Sorcerer of Shadowflame Lineage
"Some inherit lands, others titles. I inherited fire and shadow. I know which one survives the longest."
Josar Khareth – Warlock of the Whispering Veil
"The veil is thin in the places I walk. I merely listen to what others dare not hear."
Erik Malcirn – Rogue / Ranger Scout of the Wilds
"Game leaves tracks, men leave lies. I can read both."
Scrivnibrax - The Homunculus
A flicker of leathery wings. The scent of brimstone ink. Then: a scroll — ancient, enchanted, and binding — lands at your feet. It bears your name. And behind it floats a grinning thing with too many teeth and a very official-looking seal.
The Verdant Sentinel - The Clay Golem
They say it was once a guardian of the gods. Now it stands in the overgrown halls of the jungle temples, motionless until your blade dares to draw blood within sacred ground.
The Vaultwarden of Tyrr-Rathak - The Iron Golem
It doesn’t bleed, doesn’t speak, doesn’t stop. You don’t steal from Tyrr-Rathak — not twice. The golem remembers.