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KALAI~JASAR*

The Blue Condor Twins

KALAI & JASAR

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Ht: 6'11 / Wt: 200 / Hair: black / Eyes: blue

Age: 34 / Creed: Sankarite / Status: DECEASED

One of Captain Goran di Frezzi's famous lieutenants aboard El Tiburon was a hulking, long-limbed, dark-skinned mystic from the jungle kingdoms of Sankar. Swathed in indigo silks and wearing a beaked helmet, the man known as The Blue Condor served in the Company of the Hook since the early days.

Wielding two massive saw-toothed katar blades with his long sinewy arms, his hunchbacked silhouette earned him his avian epithet. He was also known to wield an exotic five-bladed whip-sword (urumi), and a number of spinning metal darts.

In spite of his looming presence, Kalai-Jasar was often terrifyingly stealthy, always appearing where least expected, and seemingly able to traverse the length of the ship in the blink of an eye.

Some say he was a slave sworn to di Frezzi's service, while others believed him to be a demon in human form, waiting to carry the Captain's soul to hell.

The MOON COURT

NOBLES of the SILVERED REALM

The Moonfae held great power in The Age Before, both on Earth and in the Faerie realms. The White-Gold King watched over the world from his palatial seat upon the the lunar surface, and was served by his Moon Court, a council formed by the most elevated nobles of the Silvered Realm.

These are no mere Elves, but highborn Sidhe - ethereal entities yet untethered to the mortal plane. They appear as very tall, elongated, colourless figures that seem always to shimmer with a flickering otherworldly light. They are ageless, nigh-immortal creatures with vast arcane power.

The houses of the Moonfae number twelve, and each is ruled by a Liege who bears the house regalia - symbolic artifacts fashioned as extensions of their own being.

ARGUS*

The Hundred Eyes

AR G U S P A N O P T E S

Third General of the Brazen Legion

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Ht: 7'1 / Wt: 700 lbs / Hair: brass / Eyes: blue glow

Age: 12? / Creed: cyborg / Status: *DECEASED

Of Bronzanti's Generals, Argus the Beautiful is the one charged with the security and defense of Castle Dreist. Equipped with multi-faceted eyes of Faerie glass, and a versatile, calculating mind enhanced by various stimulants too concentrated for normal human consumption, Argus not only sees all, but has the capacity to parse and react to what his multitude of eyes behold.

M U S E*

Seneschal of Castle Dreist

M U S E

steward, servant, soul broker

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Ht: 6'1 / Wt: 300 / Eyes: blue glow / Hair: n/a
Age: ?? / Creed: Devil / Status:*PURGED

From outward appearances, Muse was Amadeo Bronzanti's most sophisticated mechanical being. Possessing exceptional powers of reason and eloquent speech, Muse displayed a high degree of versatility and autonomy. Acting as personal aide, research assistant, and constant companion to the master, Muse was responsible for coordinating affairs in Bronzanti's absence, seeing to the maintenance needs of Bronzanti's Three Generals, and generally keeping Castle Dreist running like a well-oiled clock.

However, in truth, Muse was something much, much more...

The FALSE BRONZANTI *

Vengeance Reincarnate

The FALSE BRONZANTI
archmage, scientist, magical wax construct

Ht: 6'6 / Wt: 220 / Hair: brown / Eyes: brown

Age: unknown / Status: *DESTROYED

As the doors swung wide, the figure by the fire rose from his chair. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his hair a flowing mane of chestnut waves, with only a hint of iron grey at his temples. His features were strong and symmetrical, with a regal bearing and his beard full, but carefully groomed. His eyes glinted sharply, like shards of volcanic glass, complimenting his severe expression. His voluminous plum-coloured robe seemed bulky, but underneath, golden armour gleamed, and in one hand he brandished a great sword pulsing with rivulets of lightning.

BRONZANTI'S AUTOMATA

The Brazen Legions

An inert, reconstructed Brazen Knight in the royal collection of Auspenstadt.

Over several hundred years, Amadeo Bronzanti designed and produced an dizzying array of different war machines and automatons. Many of his inventions were achieved through the ingenious application of scientific principles - complex but soulless mechanical devices made in the image of living creatures.

Some others incorporated organs and nerve tissues harvested from cadavers, and animated with the last spark of his waning magical powers, or forged with arcane assistance from the devil called Muse.

And some were created from the still-living bodies of living beings, reshaped by his black arts into new forms... with or without their consent.

SEE ALSO:

ARGUS PANOPTES
GERYON
MUSE

AMADEO BRONZANTI*

mage, alchemist, engineer, would-be god

Don A M A D E O B R O N Z A N T I

Cyron Imperial War Magus of the Protean Order,

Warden of Obrau, Lord of Castle Dreist

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Ht: 6'5 / Wt: 200 / Hair: white / Eyes: brown

Age: ~600 / Creed: Capracian / Status: *UNKNOWN (previously Deceased)

With a steady clicking noise of unseen machinery, a gilded grate in the wall slid open and a fluted brass wheelchair emerged from within, trundling along recessed channels in the tiled floor.

Piled upon the chair was a dark mass of opulent robes and quilted blankets. From their folds protruded a man's head, bald and shriveled, lending the hunched figure a silhouette not unlike an obese vulture.

His skin was brown like old leather webbed with creases and cracks, and stretched over the all too visible contours of his skull. His thin iron-grey hair looked like it had perhaps once been luxuriant, but it had long since retreated in infantile wisps to the furthestmost regions of his scalp. The sparse remains of his beard were neatly trimmed, lending his gaunt face a faded vestige of masculine severity.

The robes were a deep rich wine colour, hemmed with a splendid bronze-hued brocade. Around his scrawny neck he wore an ornate copper gorget - a grandiose accessory which may or may not have served to hold the weight of his head upright.

The whites of his eyes were so densely bloodshot, they seemed to blend with the brown irises, but his pupils remained sharp and black...

Amadeo Bronzanti was both a relic of a bygone era and also a radical proponent of new and terrifying sciences. As a retired Imperial Magus in the last days of the old Cyron Empire, he hid himself away from the world, extending his life unnaturally, and conducting his secret experiments in his tower high atop Mount Donnerquell. This was all in preparation for the day he planned to make himself a god and lead humanity into a new dawn.

Bronzanti employed many sorcerous, alchemical, and technological methods to prolong his lifespan. While these did not quite grant him the immortality he craved... it did transform him into something not entirely human.

YAROON*

The Awakened

Y A R O O N

brain-eater, warper of minds, would-be tyrant

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Ht: 6'7 / Wt: 150 / Skin: mauve / Eyes: black

Age: 5000+ / Creed: ? / Status: *DESTROYED

The thing calling itself Yaroon was a psychic monster of tremendous malevolence and power. It made its lair in a cave system far beneath what is now the city of Oranda. There, It was bound by Unseelie sorcery for untold centuries, until It was finally freed by the Bletcher Fellows, and recruited to the cause of the Black Sun.

Awakened from Its long slumber, Yaroon mentally controlled simple-minded subterranean monsters and send them forth into Oranda serve It. Weakened with hunger and the winter cold, Yaroon regained strength by consuming the living brains of humans kidnapped by the minions It enslaved.

The WHISPERERS

The Wards of Mortlac

These mysterious figures, sometimes called the Whisperers or the Tridents, are members of a secret organization involved in the theft of at least one of the Three Blossom Society's sacred scrolls. Making use of specialized skills and techniques, these agents operate as spies and assassins. They appear to be working in cooperation with the unidentified traitor disciple of the Three Blossoms, although their true goals and allegiances remain unclear.

SALVADOR

The Beggar King

S A L V A D O R

Ht: 5'9 / Wt: 160 / Hair: black+grey / Eyes: green / Age: ~60 / Creed: Iagosi / Status: at large

Their leader squatted on an old bushel of thatch, with a gnarled walking staff gripped upright in one hand, like a king holding court. A wineflask was tied across his chest and a patchwork quilted mantle was thrown over his shoulders, somehow both shabby and majestic at once. He was the oldest among them, his face a thicket of iron-flecked whiskers and his brow webbed with creases - but he was still likely younger than he appeared.

Salvador is the former leader of the Mendigos of Ladroa, and is still often referred to as Ladroa's “King of Beggars" -- even though he has not been seen in the city for some time.

The CIRCLE of the COPPER GOBLET*

The Tavern of Blood

There are many drinking establishments in Ladroa, both high and low, but even most locals have never heard of the Copper Goblet. This tavern on a narrow, ill-traveled Arcmacenes sidestreet is mostly beneath notice - an unremarkable hole-in-the-wall, with only a crooked and mostly illegible signboard to indicate its presence.

Behind the shabby cellar door, one once found a small, dank basement space located under a disused warehouse. Here, both the ambiance and the patrons seemed musty and unwelcoming to newcomers, and this is how they preferred it.

ARRIAGA

Boss of the Colegio

N I N O A R R I A G A

Ht: 6' / Wt: 400 / Hair: black / Eyes: brown / Age: 50 / Creed: Iagosi / Status: active

Arriaga is a well-established loan shark and criminal boss in Ladroa. He is known to operate several gambling houses in the Colegio and Mercado districts, but his organization also dabbles in narcotics and prostitution. All three of these things are technically legal in Ladroa, but of course one does not rise to such a position of power without crossing certain lines. In the case of Arriaga, intimidation, extortion, blackmail, and murder are all tools of his trade.

RJOKKR

The Mourning One

R J O K K R

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Ht: 6'2 / Wt: 165 / Hair: red & grey / Eyes: copper

Age: unknown / Creed: unknown

My kind lived in harmony with this world

Long before mortal men, before even the Duathan

We gave ourselves to it, bound ourselves to its cycles

The Great Spirits here were awakened

By a breath of life from beyond the Veil

They are everlasting.

Your folk are but a passing affliction.

A season of storms and locusts and fire, consuming all

A destructive whim of wanton gods

Just as the sun sets, you will vanish from the world.

Not only you, but all your progeny, all you have built,

All the dreams you have dreamt of yourselves.

I will be sure of it.

SUYUMU

The Giantess of Sils Volka

S U Y U M U L U M I S A D E I
The Lady of the Snow Mists

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Ht: 22' / Wt: 5600 lbs / Hair: pale / Eyes: gold / Skin: ivory

Age: unknown, appears to be in her prime / Creed: Nephelim / Status: at large

Suyumu Lumisadei is a female cloud giant of unusual size and power. She is an impressive and formidable being, but is also haughty, petulant, and vain. She shows only contempt for humans, whom she refers to as scantlings, and treats like vermin.

Little is known about her origins, but she is skilled in the mystic arts, and seems to possess many magical treasures. She is highly knowledgeable about the lore of the Elder Ages. Although she appears to be youthful and hale, it is unknown how old she truly is, or how her kind experiences time. It is also possible that her appearance is sustained by the purifying effects of bathing in the sacred pool of Sils Volka every daybreak.

TYRWIG VON KARSTEN*

The Powder Bishop

T Y R W I G Von K A R S T E N

(deceased)

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Ht: 6'3 / Wt: 250 / Hair: grey / Eyes: blue

Age: 47 / Creed: Torvar / Status: *DECEASED

Von Karsten is a storied figure in mercenary lore. Originally a priest of the strenuous order of Saint Gunther, it is said that after he witnessed black powder weapons in action on the battlefield, he declared he'd seen the hand of the divine at work, and from that day onward devoted himself to the study of explosives, pyrotechnics, and firearms, with all the passion of a mad zealot.

Earning himself the epithet “The Powder Bishop,” he soon became a renowned artillerist and siege engineer, and was famed also for his eccentricities and bombast, that many feared verged on insanity.

JONQUIERE de GEVAUDE*

The Blight Doctor

J O N Q U I E R E de G E V A U D E

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Ht: 5'7 / Wt: 150 / Hair: grey / Eyes: brown

Age: 60 / Creed: Londais / Status: *DECEASED

Jonquiere de Gevaude is a figure of ill repute across Duatha, better known as the “Blight Doctor" and the infamous “Poisoner of Montcreux."

Gevaude initially gained notoriety thirty years ago, as a chirurgen and alchemist accused of practicing his black arts upon waylaid labourers and pilgrims, with grisly results. Gevaude evaded justice and quickly disappeared.

Twenty-five years ago, Gevaude surfaced again, this time in the employ of the Baron de Mortlac, a Londais noble accused of a litany of unspeakable acts. Besieged by wardens of the Clarion Throne, the fallen baron was finally burned alive in his own keep, along with his followers and captives.

Sadly, Gevaude seemingly survived this fate as well. He would continue to elude authorities for several more years, leaving a trail of atrocities in his wake. Rumors of witchcraft and black magic were soon added to his list of crimes.

KHORS*

The Starving God

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Ht: 8'4 / Wt: ? / Hair: silver / Eyes: glinting

Age: unknown / Creed: Titan / Status: *DECEASED

Khors is a giant humanlike figure who stands over 8 feet tall. His body is emaciated and stooped, a virtual skeleton, with ashen desiccated skin clinging to his sinews and bones. Upon his body are the long faded marks and whorls of tattoos or scarification, now indecipherable against the marbled creases of his flesh.

In spite of his seemingly withered condition, his frame remains robust, his joints thick and gnarled. His hair is like fine strands of silver, sparse and retreating from a largely bald head, with a scalp dry and cracked like volcanic stone.

Upon his face hangs the drooping remains of a long mustache that seems for all the world like hammered gold, a faint reminder of a grandeur long departed from his cadaverous face. The black hollows of his eyes glint with reflected starlight, and his long, chipped teeth and nails are grey like tarnished iron.

He stands naked, but for a white-gold ring around his neck, which might once have been a torque, but now hangs loose about his scrawny collarbone. Dangling from the ring is a white-gold disk that flashes in the light.

The HUNDRED CURSES

A S S A S S I N S o f T I A N X I A

Among the many warring clans of the martial underworld of Tianxia (that which is called the jianghu), the cabal of assassins known as the Hundred Curses is among the most fearsome and disreputable. This patchwork organization of renegades from across the Three Kingdoms and beyond is not unified by any sense of loyalty or moral tenet other than violence and profit.

EMPUSA*

The Fury

E M P U S A

First General of the Brazen Legion

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Ht: 6'8 / Wt: 500 lbs / Hair: smoking / Eyes: burning

Age: 100? / Creed: cyborg / Status: *DECEASED

APPEARANCE

A female figure standing well over 6' tall, with an ornate musculature wrought in ruddy metal. It is unclear just how much of her form may be flesh clad in armor, or metal through. She struts on two long, equine legs shod in brass. Her face is frozen in an expression of sultry scorn, and her cruel smile shows rows of pointed teeth that seethe with an inner heat, like a grill before a furnace.

Her head is ringed with a decorative crown, and a billowing haze of red-tinged smoke trails from it, like locks of hair swaying slowly underwater. The metal seams on her neck and head seem to smolder with inner light, but her eyes gleam cold blue. In her hand, she holds a slender, copper-coloured lance which glows softly, like a long red needle.

ASTRAPIOS the DWARF*

Keeper of the Stolen Lightning

A S T R A P I O S

( a k a "DUNAYIR" )

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Ht: 4'7 / Wt: 250 lb / Hair: none / Eyes: black

Age: 500+ / Creed: mountain dwarf / Status: *DECEASED

PROFILE

Based on his features and stature, ASTRAPIOS appears to be a bald and beardless Dwarf.

His skin is pale, almost translucent, revealing a webwork of bluish veins that give off a faint cold luminescence. His eyes are colourless black pools.

He wears a loincloth, boots, toolbelt, and a leathery black apron, with just one arm gloved to the elbow. He carries a 6-foot rod crafted of Faerie Glass that flickers with an inner glow.