"Warriors are born foolish"

Name: Galliman

Species: Ceomsuri

Age: 115

Appearance:

Profession: Mage in the Ceomsuri army

Equipment: Enchanted sword, casting staff, Beor horn

Magic: Blue fire magic

Personality: Stoic and stone-faced, Galliman is a veteran of many wars with the Lacaretey, and thus is very emotionally unstable, he hides this fact by being quiet and introverted, when he does speak he is cryptic and cold, in reality all Galliman wants is a land of peace that he can settle down in. Before the wars took their toll on him, Galliman was naive and outgoing, he wishes to go back to that time of carefree happiness, but the army needs him. When in battle, Galliman is an effective and inspiring leader.

Biography: Galliman is a Ceomsuri, his parents were Ceomsuri, as were his grandparents, but from birth Galliman was exceptional, when brought before a mage, it was found that he had a strand of yellow hair, yellow haired Ceomsuri are worshiped as powerful mages, and it is true that they have higher skill in magic, but not to the extent believed. Galliman was taken upon reaching adulthood to the mage academy in the capital, where he spent a human's lifetime learning how to be a mage. Galliman was exceptionally skilled, able to use magic to an incredibly destructive level, while still being able to hold his own in a melee. After graduating, Galliman was given a high rank in the Ceomsuri army, fighting in many of the pointless squabbles with the Lacaretay. Galliman became famous for slaying the famed Lacaretay high chief, Hrak, son of stang. Galliman was sent to the human kingdoms to ask for their allegiance, with a group of other mages, during a meeting at the hook, the group was attacked by a group of altered Drakanin and their leader, due to the brutality that these men showed, Galliman travelled the realms, attempting to bring together a group of heroes to defeat the new menace.

"Complain away, at least you aren't me."

Name: Gregory Hart "The Broken Wolf"

Species: Woodsman

Age: 34

Appearance:
Human form:
True form:

Equipment: Steel armor, enchanted sword chained to his stump, extra chain in case his current one breaks, a case containing his "Research", and a Magic shot

Profession: Alchemist and adventurer in Rwiess

Magic: His magic shot shoots magic darts that are most often associated with Conjurers.

Personality: His nickname, "The broken" Isn't based on his physical losses, instead it is based off of his personality. Melancholy and quick to anger, Gregory is broken both physically and mentally. He cries himself to sleep at night, and screams at the sky in the day, Gregory is prone to insane outbursts. He shows signs of severe depression and PTSD. When he is "Calm", he is prone to long silences, and when he does enter conversations, he rarely adds anything other than sad metaphor and cold indifference. In combat he is brutally efficient, and listens to orders given without hesitation, but is prone to extreme fits afterwords.

Biography: Gregory is a Rwiessian alchemist, as his parents were, Rweissian alchemists study ways to make synthetic magic, and how to make it stronger. Gregory was trained by his parents in the craft, but at the age of three, upon reaching adulthood, he and his sister were taken into the army, against their will, to join the Drakanin in fighting the Humans. No one knows what happened to Gregory's brigade, but he came back alone, missing an arm in his human form, and an eye in his true form, his sister was never heard from again. Gregory returned to alchemy, however, he went away from weaponry, instead attempting to find a chemical to create life from, nobody knows why. He was the first adventurer recruited by Galliman, he joined in order to find more chemicals for his substance, Galliman was the first to see the results of Gregory's research, and it apparently wasn't pretty, but it was alive, somehow. Gregory and Galliman eventually formed a friendship, with Galliman managing to calm down Gregory's outbursts. Travelling to the Rweissian Queen's court, the two were sent away, as the threat of the Dark magician wasn't a real issue to them. Gregory doesn't know what happened next, but whatever did happen got him banned from his home country, he now brings his research with him, still looking for a way to make it "perfect".

"I will fill and drink from my bone basin, one way or another."

Name: Da'Ruk Thrashkull

Species: Drakanin

Age: 79



Profession: Warlord

Equipment:
*War trophies. (Approx. a hundred dismembered skulls, some including the spine. Normally displayed on his belt or torso.)
*Twin flags, painted in a deep red color. (usually displayed during battle.)
*Pain (an oversized mace, fashioned with ebony spikes and the blood of the fallen.)
*Agony (an equally oversized scythe, stolen from a well known human general.)
*Gore (a loose iron plating, mainly covering Da'Ruk's torso and forearms)

Magic: "My Fist!!"

Personality: Da'Ruk Thrashkull resembles an utter incarnation of the Drakanin way. Burning anger replaces his blood, and his mind is all but gone to the ways of mercy. Since birth he has aspired to be the strongest, toughest, and most decorated of his kind. Many Drakanin children could not physically deter Da'Ruk from his goals, only to be brushed aside by this wrathful giant. His combat emphasizes this, with the warlord barreling into combat blind with fury. He will claim the skulls of a hundred thousand others before he allows someone to claim his.

~"Survival of the merciless..."

Biography: By his adult years, Da'Ruk had become paramount to the Drakanin. He proved his worth on the battlefield over and over again, not only because of his martial prowess, but also due to his leadership. Da'Ruk would persuade nearby troops through intimidation to fight in the most crude and offensive manner possible. This, in turn, lead to more opportunities for excessive looting during a skirmish. These qualities earned Da'Ruk a comfortable spot in the community. Yet, he was not satisfied with only displaying his material wealth. He hungered for trophies not of bronze, but of bone...
Now, at a time where prolonged age has taken it's toll on the hungering Drakanin, dark forces tempt the warlord. With the oracle news of a strange figure appearing near his homeland of the Slahas hook, Da'Ruk has started to seek out the individual responsible for turning normally ordinary Drakanins into ominously powerful demons, hoping to become one himself. The recent diminish of his species' empire does not help to lessen his cause, either. Da'Ruk's deep rooted lust for power may be his ultimate downfall, yes, but the rampaging force of a determined Drakanin is not one to be disturbed...

~"The grey plague may decay, but herbs will not cure the coming disease..."

Thorarana Dankin