Name: Miss Hudson

Birthplace: DewFoot Valley

Government: Consensus direct democracy
Races: All Hobbit Races (Halfings, Gnomes, Yordles, etc.), Pacifist Humans
Religion: Hobbit Deities, Peace Deities
History: Dewfoot Valley is a minor isolated democracy country created by older hobbit races societies 200 years ago to gather small races (and some chosen humans) in one isolated place supported by natural barriers which make potential conquest coming from aggresors far harder then it should be in normal case.

Most ancestors of current residents come from main 6 fractions: LightFoot Halfings which traveled to the place and decided to stop their nomadic lifestyle and build homes in Dewfoot Valley, Svirneblin which decided to mix living underground and on surface to avoid as much as possible drow and underground orc societies while trying to keep their culture intact and learn surface cultures at the same time, Rock Gnomes which tried to find some sort of peaceful land in which they could cultivate their carefree lifestyle without being harrassed by other races which accuse them or their childish behavior and unpredictible movements and actions, Yordles which decided to take up residance with some similar reasons to Rock Gnomes but forced isolation from many slavers made them far more aggresive and unpredictible which made them 'poor quality' slaves as they rely on constant positive contact with other Hobbit races to keep their sanity intact, Deep Halfings which were invited by other Small Races to work for them as their main blacksmiths and Tallfellow Halfings to work in all kinds of jobs which are connected to forest environments. All other hobbit races also exist here, but they are a minority (but their opinions are still respected).

Dewfoot Valley inhabitants live mostly in small villages up to 1000 residents and gather together in 5 biggest of them once per three months to gather opinions and vote on every single important matter before possibly implementing them (but 'Big Five' gathering only apply to national laws which affect all races and aren't local) with 3-2 or 4-1 majority voting neccesary to apply them (abstaining is possible, in this case they aren't applied). All local-only laws are voted in direct democracy gatherings every single time when new law is presented as long as at least 100 residents gather in place for voting (otherwise voting is postponed on later date). Village leaders and his assistants are voted once per 3 years. Dewfoot Valley prefer to keep their relationships with his neighbours limited to just trading goods in few extremely well protected trading routes (which limits potential aggresive invasion to minimum) and they are the only ways to gain access to their country. Residents of Dewfoot Valley keep professional army under their wings (number is small, but they are extremely well trained), although once in a while conscription is organized (once per year for all adults) to keep people in fighting shape. Local environment mostly consist of farmlands and meadows (35%), Forests (25%), Lakes and Rivers (10%), Swamps (10%), Mountains (10%) and Desert (10%).

Age: 58

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:

Mistress Hudson is a person which prefer to wear truly simple and yet somewhat stylish and practical clothing. Most of time she carries simple red long sleeved jacket which cover her whole body except and red cone standard mage hat. The only jewelry she carries on herself are two simple gold earrings and the only make-up she carries is delicate eyeliner and light red lipstick. Her figure is truly slim, which proves that even in her older age she's in top form (health lifestyle do wonders :D).

Magic: Cantripologist

In other words Cantripologist mages are type of casters which mostly specialize in using extremely low level spells and they mostly work in support and distraction roles. Most offensive spells are mostly aimed towards knocking or distracting targets instead of hurting them. Many cantripologist mages are mostly users which want to be true masters of basics, truly understand most basic and primitive magic or are self-proclaimed pacifists or are just good natured people. They are also living proofs that even most simple spells may easily turn the side in the battles of mages.

Techniques: Spells casted by cantrilopogists are called cantrips (in D&D terms they are level-0 spells from all classes, the number is up for discussion) and they memorize them instead of learning or casting them straight up from the book like wizards.

Skills: Miss Hudson is extremely skilled housewive, capable of all kinds of house based works. Also as a traveler she knows how to camp in all kinds of environment and know most possible survival tricks. She's also shockingly skilled in self-defense hand-to-hand moves, which no one expects analyzing her appeareance. She resorts to violence only in most dangerous situations.

Equipment: Only simple house cleaning supplies, standard camping set and several books to read as entertainment (mostly for children, she adores them).

Weakness: Good looking men. Taking into account era and her age, it's considered kind of improper, but she can't help it ! She never married, but also had few strong romances on her road of life. Although she hides it really, really well unless someone manage to figure this one out (and may use it against her).

Personality: Miss Hudson is extremely kind, understanding and affectionate person. Some people may consider her slightly naive (but she isn't) because of her philosophy to always try to find positive traits in all people she meets and always give them a chance. As most cantripologists, she despise conflict (but will fight if needed and ESPECIALLY if someone hurts children, this is something she WON'T forgive) and pacifism is her favorite life philosophy. She pretty much never raise her smooth and gentle voice. Her movement is graceful and full of confidence, which for more observant opponents may betray her experience.

Favorite quotes:

"People tend to underestimate what you can do with a dozen Mage Hands." Dralek Tar, Half-Orc Cantripologist

"In skilled hands basic spells are most impressive of them all as pretty much no one expect them to be truly effective." Miss Hudson

"I started from the basics. And I never moved from them as they never dissapointed me." Corlan Goamin, LightFoot Halfing Cantripologist

History:

Miss Hudson since she remembers she loved every single second of her childhood. Her parents tired of being forced into things which they disliked they managed to escape (unfortunately ilnesses collected from slavery finished them off in the long run) from slavery once one of DewFoot Valley neighbours dealt with massive slave uprising. Most of them died, but some of them managed to escape including her family. Since that day she noticed how cruel and unforgiving the world may be for people, which had to deal with opressors controlling their lifes. After that she declared her life towards helping others, which couldn't defend themselves and were too weak for self-defense. Thankfully after her parents death kind family of Rock Gnomes decided to adopt her and show her the way of magic. It truly fascinated her how such force could exist and how unlimited it truly is. But her foster parents showed her the way of cantripologist - the most effective spells aren't those with massive power, but weaker once used in smart way. Basics, basics and again basics, it was all about them. And she understood and loved that philosophy all her life. In teenager years she became the head of her village orphanage and decided to travel around the world helping and adopting (or finding parents) for all orphaned kids, while also act as support mage for some chosen adventurer groups to collect funds as well. She continued that lifestyle for several years while she decided to retire at the age of 54. She never married, but she enjoyed some romances and she kind of needed to admit that she enjoyed that closure (also physical) although to keep her almost saint image (most people that know of Miss Hudson adore her) she keeps this part quiet. Unfortunately after retirement new dangers started to show around DewFoot Valley and some nasty opponents slowly start to work around the magic rune barriers, which may ruin the peace of DewFoot Valley. Her main concern right now is to find allies and fight those people off.

Name: Gregory Philmus (Greg)

Age: 5

Gender: Male

Race: Pigeon

Appearance:

Magic:
Lord of the Flock: This magic allows Greg to command other birds to listen to him. He is a very charismatic pigeon and as such he can command other birds to do his bidding, though his magic helps a bit in this area.

Feather Magic: This magic allows Greg to use his own feathers and the feathers of others to attack often making the feathers sharp enough to cut fabric. However these feathers can’t cut through steel or anything stronger than thin leather.

Physic connection: Gregory can speak to other races through the use of relaying messages directly into the mind of others, this allows him to communicate though it only has so much range.

Techniques: Greg often utilizes a tactic of constantly having other birds near him. Many of them will listen and come to his aid at his very call. These other birds are almost mind controlled and as such will sacrifice their own lives in order to protect Gregory. Gregory will also sometimes use the feathers of his fellow birds in order to create a sort of storm to allow him to escape from the carnage.

Skills: Greg does not have much in the way of attacking without magic. The only skill’s he does claim to have however unusually accurate aim when it comes to where he is pooping. He can also spot bread crumbs from about 100 feet away.

Equipment: Greg has nothing on him except for his army of other birds of all kinds, this goes from vultures, to hawks, even to chickens and flightless birds when they are near him.

Personality: Gregory is a very egotistical bird. He will do whatever he can to raise his own ego and even prove to others how superior he is to them. Sadly this also makes him a very sore loser when it comes to battles and the such. Often this goes to the point where he will leave behind ‘presents’ for the other party to find. Quite often this means spoiling their food whenever he gets the chance.
Gregory is also quite the womanizer, often quite liking women that are shorter and sometimes (though rarely) going after short men as well.

History: Gregory was born a bit unusual among his kind. There has always been legends of monsters and animals that have the ability to use magic, but they were just that legends. That was until Gregory Philmus was born. At first many other birds feared him for his strange abilities, however he has learned that he is extremely charismatic when it comes to asking other birds to listen to him. As such Gregory has slowly been gaining a reputation.

After about the first year of discovering his abilities he quickly learned that others would try to hunt him down. As such he started to amass an army of other birds to help protect him. Though he has started learn more about magic as well, as such he soon realized that there was a way to make other birds just like him. He has started to learn more about magic in hopes of giving other birds powers like him so he won’t be the only one of his kind.

Other: Gregory has a weakness for pumpkin seeds and pretty female birds. He is also far more intelligent than the average bird.

Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Magic: Glyph

Techniques:




Skills: Cooking, camping, basic first-aid, riding, reading, writing, dancing, juggling
Equipment:

Personality:

History:

Name: Azazel Ravana

Age: 732 (Appears 26)

Gender: Female

Race: Vampire Lord

Appearance:
Eye color: Dull amber (Glowing when in Vampire Lord form)
Hair color: Snow white
Height: 165cm
Weight: 51kg
Description/Clothing/Appearance: She wears form fitting, long-sleeved, blood red woollen gown with slit on the left side to allow more movement freedom, leather armguards. Armoured boots shaped like delicate shoes on her feet. She wears her straight hair loose with a braid that goes around her head like a wreath with silver chains running through it. Oval face with a sharp chin, straight nose, thin lips and pale complexion.
In Vampire Lord form, she looks the same, except with sharpened teeth, lengthened incisors, glowing eyes and deathly white (although not clammy-looking) skin. Large white bat wings grow out of her back and her fingers become claws.

Magic:
• Umbrakinesis (Dark Arcane magic): Due to the blood flowing through her veins, Azazel has absolute control over shadows. She can also manipulate people by controlling their shadows, shadow travel, blend into the darkness to become invisible as long as she is in dark places and is able to see through shadows.

Techniques:
Night empowerment: Is stronger at night or in dark places
• Mist form: When in Vampire Lord form, she can turn into a cloud of mist to replenish stamina used for 15 seconds at a time. She can only use it in ten minute intervals and is invulnerable in this state. However, she cannot attack when in mist form.
• When in Vampire Lord form, she can drain life through contact - which can replenish her health and stamina but in accordance with the amount she drains from the person/being - , use umbrakinetic powers and summon two gargoyles at a time, but she cannot wield any weapons, leaving only her claws for close combat. The gargooyles can range from 2-3 metres and are basically animated stone stautes, albeit a lot tougher than your average statues. The summons cannot use magic. They can only fly, claw, hit and squash things to death.

Skills: Azazel is skilled with the used of blades, preferably daggers and shortswords that she dual-wields. While longer sword poses no problem to her swordsmanship, she needs two hands to wield it and finds it rather restricting, thus her avoidance of it. She can cook a mean stew with whatever she has on hand even though she doesn't need food to sustain her body. It's a hold-over skill from when she was human.

Equipment: She carries a vampiric short sword (looks like a gladius) that drains the opponent’s blood with every wound created strapped to her side. Curve-bladed elven daggers are strapped to each tigh. These daggers, while possessing no offensive abilities like her short sword, can waithstand more damage and are not eaily blunted or nicked.

Personality: She is apathetic and is usually contend to go with the flow. She has a dark sense of humour and a slightly sadistic attitude. She lives by the rule “Forgive but never forget”. She doesn’t take kindly to those who are slower on the uptake than she is and those who betrayed her. Although she does not hold a grudge, if you crossed her once, it is difficult to get her to trust you or get back in her good graces. However, when she gets attached to someone, she shows a very different front. She is warm, gentle and motherly towards them.

History: Once a member of the mysterious and feared Ranger force that roam the lands hunting dark creatures(blood-frenzied vampires, rogue werewolves, feral ghouls, undead, orcs, murder sorcerers, etc.), Azazel split off from her party to clear the small lair of recently-turned vampires. It wasn’t the first time she hunted groups of dark creatures on her own so she thought she would be able to handle it. However, she miscalculated. With her standard issue crossbow, she killed off four and was hunting down the last when she was pinned to the ground. This vampire was different from the typical ones. He appeared human from head to toe, not even a sharpened incisors could be seen when he smiled. She was bewildered and caught off guard, mind still reeling as she was drained of blood.
By some luck or will of the Gods, she did not die. Instead, the venom of the unique vampire changed her over the course of five long, excruciating days. The memories after were a blur. She didn’t know how long had passed, coming to her senses only to discover herself crouching over a terrified woman. She dashed off instantly, going as far into the wilderness as she could and isolating herself. However, she did not allow herself to starve. Spending years on animal and the occasional bandit blood, she explored the limits of her newfound power.
As soon as she deemed she was strong enough, she left to find her sire, catching him off guard as she snuck into one of his extravagant parties disguised as a blood sacrifice, making sure she would be the first to be chosen and offered to the host during dinner. She set him on fire and stole his short sword, using it to run him through several times as he burned. She revealed her Vampire Lord form, preparing to fight her way through the horde when they fled. Azazel discovered a small chest of her sire’s personal belongings, learning that she was now a creature known as the ‘Vampire Lord’ and the benefits that came with it.
Over the centuries, she came across other dark creatures like herself, clinging on to their humanity and refusing to give in to the dark temptation. She gathered them all, offering the castle she got from her sire as a sanctuary and picked up hunting inhuman creatures once more.

Other: She has a sweet tooth.

Name: Old Man Johnson, the Planeswalker

Age: 567

Gender: Male

Race: Planar Dwarf (Dwarf with very elongated life spans, lasting to even being immortal.)

Appearance: Click Me! He also wears a fluffy red bathrobe and black shutter shades.

Magic: Ritualistic
- Ritualistic Magic is a type of magic that's very beneficial, but also very difficult to master. The user sets up an etching into the ground, allowing for a ritual to be done. The variation of the ritual depends on what kind of etching is in the ground, and can range from defenses that can keep the caster in amazing health even when hit with a very powerful object, to summoning several demon swords to fight an opponent with.
Defensive

Summoning

Direct

Techniques: Old Man Johnson has several techniques, but one sticks out in particular.
- Old Man Johnson has mastered the realms and planes of this known universe, and can use them to an advantage in a fight. Even to the point where he can dodge attacks by simply moving to the left 2 feet, however he would need almost 99% of his attention to dodge it. He nicknamed this technique "Flying Squirrel Jutsu", and has taught this to about 20 other people, including his interplanar dog
Sunshine.

Skills: Summoning, Enchanting, Fireballs, Unarmed Combat, Levitation, and Healing / Repairing.

Equipment: The Robe of Destiny (need some form of armor). 2 spiked gauntlets (for unarmed combat). Re'svex, the Sentient Sword (a sword that gives good advice and is generally a bro).

Personality: Old Man Johnson is a military strategist, and a schizophrenic elder. He acts serious a lot of the time, but is a very kind person and more often than not will talk your ears off telling stories of the many different planes he visited. He's a bit insane, but honestly with his past it would be expected.

History:
What a tale he has lived. Baront Johnson was born over 1000 years ago, to a poor family that was shamed by everyone in his community. He loathed them all and got into a lot of fights because of this. At the age of 14 he had received mental trauma so severe that he was diagnosed with schizophrenia, which later shaped him into the man he was destined to be. After attending a mage's college a far ways away, he learned of the many planes, and was amazed by it. As he went around the lands, trying to figure out how these things worked, he joined many adventurers on quests, even one time witnessing a lich being born. On one of these quests, a paladin hit him hard with a hammer, and oddly enough, Johnson woke up at a place he called "New Earth", which was basically the same as Earth, but everything was different colored. He started to experiment with New Earth, and he found out it was a plane. For the next 100 years of his life, he explored the many planes of existence, eventually mastering how to travel between them, and make his own. When he came back to the world which he came from, he saw everything was different. 786 years had passed on that realm, and Johnson was reaching his elderly years. They say that traversing the planes had caused Johnson to become immortal, however he has not confirmed this. Johnson, however, does confirm he realized who he really was about 67.5 years into exploring, and thats when the Robe of Destiny, and his sword Re'svex, were granted to him. He thereby called himself Old Man Johnson the Planeswalker, and has dedicated himself to the exploration of these realms for the rest of his days.

Other: Old Man Johnson is not a bulky person, and in terms of physical defense is very weak. He has flashbacks, triggered by certain events, which cause him great deals of trauma.

Name: Anne Marrus

Age: 46 (died at 19)

Gender: Female

Race: Ghost (Former human)

Appearance:

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Like this, but translucent

Magic: Runic magic

Runic magic requires writing (often long) words and phrases on clay tablets, then infusing the caster's own magical energy into them. Outside energy cannot be used. Larger and more specific runes can hold more energy. The spell is not immediately cast, but stored in the tablet until broken and released.

Techniques: Anne usually has a wide variety of small runes for mundane jobs that she carries on her in a black leather bag. She also has a few, stronger fire runes for in case she's attacked.

Equipment: Leather rune satchel.

Book of runes: Just like it sounds, a book where she writes down various runic designs she comes across.

Personality: Ironically, Anne's the liveliest girl you're ever likely to meet. "Bubbly", "Perky", and "Constantly Happy" are all terms used to describe her. Despite this, she's known for being a little bit of an airhead.

History: Anne hails from the desert town of Kalas. Located on the only navigable river and large freshwater source for 30 miles, Kalas is an incredibly wealthy trading town, with people from across the land coming to buy, sell, and live there. Anne learned she had the gift of magic at a young age, and was sent to study under an elf named Harna.

When she was 19, Kalas was struck by a Black Fever epidemic. Anne came down with the dreaded disease, and two weeks later, her body breathed its last. But that was not the end of her.

How and why ghosts form is poorly understood, but whatever the cause, Anne became one. It took her a little while to adjust to her new situation, but she did. After a few years, wanderlust set in, and Anne made her way to Rothar, where she now works as the house witch at the Black Horse Inn.

Other: Anne can telekinetically manipulate small objects (up to about five pounds), but anything larger than that she needs to possess. To possess an object, Anne essentially merges her ectoplasmic body with it. To a casual observer, the object seems to have come alive. She cannot possess living beings, nor anything made of iron or silver.

Anne has the standard-issue ghost powers of intangibility and invisibility, but she cannot phase through iron, salt, or silver, and weapons made of those materials can harm her as though she was flesh and blood. She also cannot hide from anyone with magically enhanced sight.

Being dead, Anne does not have the needs of the flesh, such as eating, drinking, breathing, etc.

Anne has a familiar, a grizzled old black tomcat missing an eye and an ear named Lucky. Lucky can talk thanks to his bond with Anne, but otherwise has no magical abilities.

Name: Graucus
Age: It's really hard to tell. Somewhere between 300 and 5000 years...
Gender: Male
Race: Human. Well, he was one.
Appearance:



Graucus was born with pale skin, green eyes and strong facial features. Most of those traits have faded over time, and all that's left is a skeletal body covered with rotting flesh and grayish skin. He still has some white and long strands of hair left on the back of his head.

Magic:

Necromancy: This type of magic allows Graucus to pull any dead creature back into the world of the living and turn it into a mindless servant (or a soldier). It also gives him the ability to see and interact with spririts, demons and the like.

Life preservation: This type of magic has allowed Graucus to unnaturally extend his lifespan over and over again, to the point when he no longer looks human. It also removes some mortal necessities such as having to eat, drink or sleep to survive and strengthens his senses. Now, this doesn't mean he can't be killed, and as a matter of fact his skeletal body is really fragile and vulnerable to physical damage.

Techniques:

Graucus has undead minions around him nearly all the time, and he rarely has to do any kind of physical work thanks them. He can either telepathically control them like puppets or allow them to have a low level consciousness, though even then they'll be unable to resist his orders or try to hurt him.

He doesn't have a direct way of fighting, and prefers to have someone else do it for him.

Skills: Graucus is very good at sneaking and stalking, especially when it's dark.

Equipment: A wooden staff, a black robe, a knife and an ancient tome on dark arts.

Personality: Practising dark magic for centuries has corrupted Graucus's mind and all he wants is more power and knowledge. He has little care for people, and sees them as nothing but tools and weapons. If the lich has a sense of humour, it's a very dark and twisted one.

History:

Graucus was born to a noble family in a land far, far away. He carried another name back then, one that has been long forgotten. All he can remember from those times is the fear of death and the unknown, and the will to control that fear. Perhaps he lost someone close to him? He can also remember finding a dusty tome about black magic and opening it for the first time, raising a bunch of corpses in his family's crypt and accidentally destroying the entire village, including his family's estate, with them - That was before he could fully master his skills and control what he had summoned. He also remembers spending the next few decades running from the angry survivors and their families, further studying dark arts and growing in strength. At some point here he started to pass on his knowledge to a few young and aspiring mages, but got tired of them and abandoned them in some dark cave. Again decades, possibly even centuries passed and the man managed to stay alive through his magic, slowly degrading into a lich. He moved back into the ruins of his old village and turned it into his ghostly lair. This is where he's been living to this day, perfecting his skills in necromancy and planning world domination - Needless to say, most travellers and wannabe heroes who have gone too close have met with an unfortunate fate.

Other:

Uneducated people easily mistake Graucus for some kind of ghost or demon, and his existence has sprung up a lot of folklore and stories in the area around him. His name means gray in an ancient and dead language favoured by many sorcerers and priests.