Level 4
#46 Bone Wyrm
Slithering through the desert sands of Alastria, The Bone Wyrm cuts a terrifying figure - the skull of a dragon fused to the massive, serpentine body of a desert lizard. Its head gleams under the scorching sun as it moves with unnatural speed across the dunes, leaving serpentine trails that disappear with the wind.
This aberration has become Duke the Desert Sheriff's most persistent adversary, playing a deadly game of cat and mouse across the wasteland. While Duke maintains order, The Bone Wyrm creates chaos, attacking caravans and swallowing travelers whole, its dragon skull allowing it to crack even the strongest armor with ease.
Local legends whisper that it was created when a dragon's dying curse merged with a desert basilisk, creating something that should never have existed. Its ability to "swim" through sand as if it were water makes it nearly impossible to track or trap, and its intimate knowledge of the desert's secrets rivals Duke's own.
The creature seems to take particular pleasure in undermining Duke's authority, often attacking just after he's left an area secure. Their encounters have become desert legend, though neither has managed to end the other... yet.
#47 Eloise Vincenz
At first glance, Eloise Vincenz appears to be a beacon of hope in Alastria's darkest corners. As a prominent member of the Red Order, she extends helping hands to the desperate - rescuing abused spouses, feeding hungry children, and sheltering those who have nowhere else to turn. Her warm smile and gentle demeanor draw in those seeking salvation.
But beneath this charitable facade lies the calculated recruitment strategy of a cult. Each person helped by the Red Order accrues a debt - not of gold, but of devotion. Slowly, those saved find themselves drawn deeper into the Order's web, their gratitude transforming into unquestioning loyalty.
Eloise excels at this gradual conversion, her genuine compassion making the Order's darker aspects easier to swallow. She truly believes in helping others, even as she binds them to the cult's mysterious greater purpose. Her own devotion to the Red Order is absolute, seeing their methods as necessary steps toward a greater good.
As she often tells new inductees while they sign away their freedom in blood-red ink, "True salvation requires sacrifice. We merely ask for your eternal dedication in exchange for your temporal salvation.
#48 Gavik Rannc
In any tavern across Alastria, mention Elder Rannk's name and you'll hear the same response: "That old drunk knows everything." With a tankard permanently attached to one hand and a pipe in the other, Gavik Rannk is a living encyclopedia of Alastrian lore, though his stories tend to get more elaborate with each drink.
His weather-beaten face and travel-worn clothes tell of countless journeys, while his eyes sparkle with the knowledge of a thousand tales. Whether it's the secret passages beneath ancient ruins or the drinking habits of long-dead kings, Rannk has a story about it - and probably was there to witness it, if you believe his claims.
What makes him particularly fascinating is how often his drunken tales prove true. Treasure hunters and scholars alike have learned to listen carefully when Elder Rannk rambles, sorting the gems of genuine knowledge from his alcohol-enhanced embellishments.
As he often says while ordering another round, "I've forgotten more about Alastria than most sages will ever know. Fortunately, it all comes back after the fifth drink!
#49 Ilia Nestor
Among the prestigious ranks of the Locustrai Knights, Ilia Nestor was just another soldier - competent, disciplined, but haunted by the persistent feeling that he was meant for something more. Each morning formation, each patrol, each salute felt increasingly hollow, like wearing armor that didn't quite fit.
The breaking point came during a routine mission when he realized he could predict his entire future: years of following orders, protecting merchants' caravans, and maintaining a status quo he wasn't sure deserved maintaining. That night, he left his post, taking only his sword and the crushing weight of possibility.
Now he wanders Alastria, searching not just for adventure but for purpose. His military training makes him an excellent sword-for-hire, but he chooses his battles carefully, seeking causes worth fighting for rather than just coins to earn. The Locustrai Knights have branded him deserter, but Ilia sees himself as a soldier who finally chose his own mission.
As he often says to those who question his choices, "Sometimes finding your true path means leaving the one that others laid out for you."
#50 Illniu Stoya
Chief Stoya stands as one of the desert's most peculiar figures, their eccentricity as vast as the sands they call home. Whether it was the relentless sun, the isolation, or something more mysterious that shaped their peculiar personality remains a topic of endless speculation.
Known for holding serious tribal meetings while standing on their head, or declaring official decrees to cacti, Stoya leads their desert clan with a bizarre mix of wisdom and apparent madness. Their decisions, though often delivered through seemingly nonsensical riddles or interpretative dances, somehow always prove surprisingly sound.
Their tent is filled with an ever-growing collection of "important" rocks that they insist are actually sleeping desert spirits, and they've been known to spend days following particular clouds because "they look suspicious." Yet under their eccentric leadership, their tribe has thrived where others struggle.
Most memorable are their diplomatic meetings, where they might discuss trade agreements while buried neck-deep in sand, claiming it "helps the words grow roots." As they often say - usually to no one in particular - "Sanity is just madness that's too tired to dance."
#51 Isla Creed
In Alastria, most fire mages are known for their precision and control. Isla Creed is known for neither. Her magical abilities, like her temper, tend to flare up at the most inopportune moments, turning minor annoyances into literal blazing incidents.
The local taverns have learned to keep buckets of water handy whenever she visits, and street vendors have mastered the art of diving for cover when her eyes start to glow. It's not that she means to set things ablaze - it's just that her emotions and her magic are unfortunately synchronized. A slight insult might result in spontaneously combusting furniture, while a full argument could leave entire market stalls in ashes.
Despite numerous attempts at anger management (three meditation instructors have retired after attempting to teach her), Isla struggles to separate her feelings from her flames. Her reputation precedes her to such an extent that some people deliberately stay polite just to avoid becoming accidentally torch-like.
As she often says, while extinguishing yet another unintentional fire, "I'm working on it! At least I'm down to only setting things on fire when I'm actually angry... mostly."
#52 Jim Tuscany
Once a model soldier in Alastria's forces, Jim Tuscany's descent into corruption began with what seemed like harmless favors among his fellow Overwood Guards. A turned blind eye here, a conveniently timed patrol change there - small compromises that gradually eroded his once-sterling principles.
Now he's become an integral part of the guard's shadowy underbelly, using his position to facilitate various schemes while maintaining a facade of respectability. His uniform, still meticulously maintained, serves as a bitter reminder of the honest soldier he used to be.
The other corrupt guards value him for his ability to maintain appearances - his reports are always perfectly filed, his conduct in public beyond reproach. This makes him particularly useful for their operations, as no one suspects the seemingly dedicated officer of any wrongdoing.
Yet in quiet moments, when he catches his reflection in his polished badge, he sometimes remembers the proud young recruit who once swore to uphold justice. As he often mutters into his drink at the guard's tavern, "The line between right and wrong gets blurrier with each coin that crosses it."
#53 Kris Kirsk
The small town of Fallowworth has transformed since Kris Kirsk set up his forge. The muscular blacksmith, with his charming smile and masterful craft, has turned this quiet settlement into an unlikely hub for female warriors - though not entirely for the reasons they claim.
Kris works at his forge, seemingly oblivious to the effect he has on his customers. His sleeveless smith's apron and the way he casually wipes sweat from his brow have caused more than one warrior to forget their weapon specifications mid-sentence. The queue for his services often stretches around the block, filled with female fighters who suddenly decide their perfectly good swords need "urgent repairs."
His talent for enchanting weapons is genuine - each blade he forges holds powerful magic. Yet it's amusing how many warriors need multiple fittings for a simple sword, or request "personal consultations" about blade balance.
The local tavern keeper jokes that Fallowworth's economy now runs on lovesick sighs and cold water. As one regular customer puts it, "His weapons are enchanted, but his smile is magical."
#54 Krysta Talon
In Alastria's darkest moments, when hope has fled and death approaches, Krysta Talon appears like a gentle shadow. Often mistaken for death's herald, she is instead something far more compassionate - a guide for those about to cross the final threshold.
She travels between battlefields, hospices, and disaster sites, seeking those in their final moments. Unlike the grim reaper who claims lives, Krysta offers peace to those already claimed. Her presence, though initially feared, brings unexpected comfort. She listens to final confessions, carries last messages to loved ones, and helps the dying find acceptance in their final moments.
Her dark robes and solemn demeanor often cause people to flee at her approach, not understanding that she comes not to take life, but to ease its passing. Those who witness her work speak of her gentle voice and the strange calm that surrounds her, how the fearful and suffering find solace in her presence.
As she often whispers to those in their final moments, "Death is not the enemy - fear and loneliness are. Let me help you find peace in this last journey."
#55 Leia Church
Once hailed as the Saviour of Ojindrift, Leia Church's transformation from hero to haunted hunter serves as a dark cautionary tale. Where once she showed mercy and compassion in protecting the innocent, now she pursues demons with a cold, mechanical efficiency that frightens even her allies.
The change came after an encounter that she refuses to discuss, though the scars visible on her neck hint at its violence. Whatever happened stripped away not just her faith in humanity but seemingly her capacity to feel anything at all. She approaches demon hunting with the detachment of someone who's already dead, taking risks that make other hunters whisper that she's actually seeking her own end.
Her methods are brutal but effective. Demons fear her not for her skill, which is considerable, but for her complete lack of self-preservation instinct. She'll walk into situations that would mean certain death for others, emerging blood-soaked but victorious, her empty eyes already searching for the next target.
As she often says in her now-emotionless voice, "Fear is for those who still have something to lose. I died in Ojindrift - this is just unfinished business."
#56 Lizzet
Among Alastria's werewolves, Lizzet stands apart - blessed with supernatural instincts that make him nearly invincible in combat, but cursed with excruciating pain that strikes like clockwork at midnight. Neither fully human nor completely lycanthrope, he exists in a torturous limbo between worlds.
His heightened instincts make him a perfect predator, able to sense danger and opportunity with uncanny precision. But this gift comes with a terrible price - when midnight strikes, his body erupts in agony as it tries to shift between forms, leaving him writhing in pain until dawn.
Desperate for a cure, Lizzet travels from sage to sorcerer, seeking any solution to end his suffering. His path is marked by bloodshed - not always intentional, but inevitable as his condition worsens and his control slips. Villages that offer him shelter often end up counting their dead by morning, though he remembers nothing of his midnight rampages.
As he often growls through gritted teeth as midnight approaches, "I don't know which is worse - the curse of what I am, or the curse of what I do."
#57 Locky Tarleton
Once a typical housewife in Alastria's suburbs, Locky Tarleton's life changed forever the day she opened that cursed music box. The traveling salesman's face when he returned from the bathroom told the whole story - he knew what he'd accidentally unleashed, moments before her newly possessed form tore him to pieces.
The music that emerged from that box wasn't meant for mortal ears - notes that twisted reality and opened doorways to places best left sealed. In the seconds it took for the melody to play, Locky ceased to be just Locky. Something ancient and terrible took residence in her flesh, transforming the once-gentle housewife into something that merely wears her skin.
Now she walks the realm, appearing as a proper lady until the thing inside her hungers. Her victims find it particularly terrifying how she maintains her housewifely mannerisms even while rending flesh - apologizing for the mess, offering tea to those she's about to kill, straightening her apron between acts of violence.
As she often says while tidying up after her massacres, "A lady always maintains her standards, even when entertaining unexpected guests in her body." Her husband hasn't been found yet.
#58 Lyth
In the bustling market district, Lyth's Peculiar Potions stands out not just for its exotic inventory, but for its proprietor's unique approach to business. This dark elf has turned potion-selling into an art form, offering everything from rare healing elixirs to questionably useful concoctions that do things like grow hair on your palms or turn your sneezes into butterfly clouds.
Lyth runs his shop with meticulous precision, each potion labeled with exact effects and, more importantly, exact prices. His business acumen is as sharp as his ear tips, having built his reputation on a simple principle: every potion does exactly what he says it will, even if what it does isn't exactly what customers expect.
His success has led to plans for a second location, much to the concern of local healers who worry about the increasing availability of his more "experimental" brews. Yet his customer base keeps growing, drawn by both the reliability of his standard potions and the bizarre possibilities of his stranger concoctions.
As he often tells uncertain customers, "Every potion has its purpose - though sometimes that purpose is simply to learn why you shouldn't drink that potion."
#59 Menhit
In the waterways of Alastria, no sound strikes more fear into travelers than the synchronized slapping of multiple beaver tails on water. The Menhit, unlike their peaceful cousin species, hunt in organized packs of up to thirty members, turning what most expect to be harmless rodents into one of the region's most efficient predators.
Led by Menhit, a battle-scarred patriarch whose size rivals that of a wolf, these packs have developed sophisticated hunting strategies. They use their dam-building skills to trap prey, creating quick barriers in streams to force travelers onto predetermined paths where the pack lies in wait. Their powerful teeth, evolved for felling trees, prove equally effective at other tasks.
Riverside settlements have learned to fear the distinctive warning signs: half-built dams appearing in unusual places, trees felled in circular patterns, and the eerie silence that falls when these creatures prepare to attack. Most unsettling is their ability to coordinate, using their tail-slaps as a complex communication system.
As one survivor noted in the town records: "They're not just animals - they're tacticians with fur and teeth."
#60 Valorie Rush
At the pinnacle of Alastria's business world stands Valorie Rush, a woman who built her empire with equal parts brilliance and brutality. Despite her vast wealth, she still maintains the sharp edge and practical mindset that helped her climb from merchant's daughter to business titan.
Now, as she prepares to hand her business empire to her daughter, Valorie has embarked on one final campaign - methodically eliminating old threats and settling ancient scores. Her enemies mistake her succession planning for vulnerability, not realizing that a Rush tying up loose ends is more dangerous than a Rush building an empire.
Her approach to "cleaning house" is as practical as her business strategies - some rivals receive generous retirement packages, others receive more permanent solutions. She handles both options with the same calm efficiency she uses to review quarterly reports.
Despite her ruthless reputation, Valorie remains surprisingly down-to-earth, often conducting heavy-gold deals while sharing home-cooked meals with her staff. As she tells her daughter, "Power isn't about how high you climb - it's about making sure nobody can push you off once you're there."
