Fame and Infamy

Fame and Infamy

Fame and Infamy

The Infamous

Herein are the worst of all the Throne's people, and what they are known for.  Those who are known for their villainy, their eagerness to exploit others in a mad grab for power or wealth, and their reputation has followed them to Stragosa.




Infamous among Njordic Nobility and Njordic Merchants

In the wars that occurred in Njordr after the annexation, when the Bear King died and everything began falling apart, there were tragedies on both sides.  Gothic soldiers trying to keep the peace while Njordic civil war broke out between the North and the South of the country, atrocities were fueled everywhere they could be, just to make a little coin.  Annette Ciccarelli and Merlo Pansavecchia were the heads of a conspiracy to keep the factions fighting as long as possible, cause as much hatred and bloodshed as could be had, and to profit wherever they could on the tears of others.

Over the course of this long, bloody con, several people learned what they were doing, and tried to stop them, but bribes to members of the Gothic militaries laundered through Hestrali trade guilds made sure that anyone who would spoil the party wound up conspicuously dead.  Village by village and town by town, the two made sure to foment as much rebellion as possible, quickly there to provide arms and armor to whichever side needed it, then immediately informing the opposing party of the upcoming attacks and selling them armaments as well, often selling their own armaments back to them, stolen from the betrayed dead.

It is thought that in the bloody chaos of after the Annex, these two are responsible for making what could have been peace into war, what could have been justice into cutthroat feud, and what could have been a coming to terms into all out murderous, rioting conflict.  There are many that believe if not for these two and their conspiracy to profit off the misery of the Njordic people, Njordr may already be totally at peace and settled into the Throne.  Whatever the case, they are never welcome in Njordr again, on pain of just death, and wherever they appear next, they are sure to make whatever misery might be most profitable, lining their pockets with coins bought with blood.






Infamous among Cappacian Gutters, Cappacian Merchants, and Hestralian Merchants

VallisBadVallis the Black is a scoundrel among scoundrels, rejected even by his own kind as a murderer, a traitor and a thief.

Vallis is your average scum in the respect that he raided merchants, both native Cappacian ones and visitng Hestrali ones, with great frequency.  His raids were responsible for stopping all traffic to his home region, driving the entire economy to ruin.  As a result, the many local merchants lost their businesses and homes, driven into poverty or to crime themselves.  Hestralian merchants began to refuse to send any further commerce to the area, as the local authority seemed unable to bring Vallis the Black into line.

While the robbed wealth could be imagined to bring him some notoriety among other rogues and robbers, the opposite effect occurred.  Having more of a sense for decency than Vallis and knowing that ruin and harm he had inflicted upon their land with his wanton, insatiable greed, other gangs of thieves tried to confront him.  They urged him to stop at first with pleading, then with threats, but Vallis the Black simply murdered anyone who dared speak against his rampage.

Of all bandits of the region, or perhaps anywhere in the Throne, none are more reviled than Vallis deJeton, for while even a parasite knows not to kill its host, the reckless arrogance and callousness for his own people of this petty thief turned ruiner has not even the sense to do that.   He was last known to have murdered everyone in a local guild hall and stolen a prized matchlock pistol of exquisite quality before fleeing into the night.  Wherever he ends up next will suffer the plague of this locust.




Infamous among Dunnick Peasants, and any who wish for a free Dunland

GervasThe infamous battle of Dunn Muir marked the end of the last best hope for Dunland's independence.  The Dunnick hero, Geal Iann, called Brightblade amongst his people, was able to rally all the fighting men of Dunland in defiance of House Renett, pulling his highlanders up into the mountains into secret training villages in preparation over the long winter, but the enemies of Dunnick freedom used that time as well.

During the battle, those who were there all recall the reckless attack where Gervais Hoch captured Brightblade, but reports differ about exactly what happened in the chaos of battle.  Many remark that vilest, blackest sorcery was used, and that Hoch, Blackwing thereafter called, used vile power that caused nausea in those who witnessed it, and caused horses to go lame in his wake.

After the battle of Dunn Muir, Blackwing rode the land around the Dunn collecting the ransom from the common folk by intimidation and by force. By order and personal efforts, the peasants of the area were reduced to even more abject poverty.  In the months after the ransom was paid and Brightblade returned to his kin, many Dunnick died of starvation and exposure.  Those who survived this ordeal spit upon the name of Gervais Hoch, his Adamant Hart company, and his accursed black magics.






Infamous among Gothic Nobility

It was a dark day in Gotha when Dominic Alder decided to turn his back on his family.  His mother’s heavy hand and demanding nature was well known, and it was this as well as his dislike for how his family ruled that caused him to become a priest of the Sanctae Viae.  But his mother’s body was barely cold when he dismantled the noble house of Alder, leading hordes of anarchists through its ancient halls to plunder and pillage the fortune that had been denied to him for so long.

Not content with the destruction of one noble house, Alder climbed atop the smoking ruin of his ancestral home and preached a message of total rebellion against the Throne.  He preached that only the Church should rule Gotha and the Throne, that nobles and the nobility had no place in God’s plan.  Fanning the flames of greed and entitlement, he roused the rabble into a frenzy.

It wasn’t long the rabble became a mob, his message spreading like a dark infection in the countryside until many of the peasantry took up pitchfork and torch and stormed the noble houses in the city, demanding that they too be free of the tyranny of the nobility.  Blood ran through the streets for days, while the Mad Bishop of Bathier laughed at the havoc he had caused.







Infamous among Dunnick Peasants

RichardThere are few left in Dunland who saw Sir Richard Drake with their own eyes, because of those who did few survived to tell the tale.  Those that managed to escape his bloody rampage tell the story of armored knights riding down unarmed men, women, and children, their swords and eyes alight with unholy flame, sadistic laughter on their lips.

Some say that he was simply determined to make his evil father, Count Drake, proud no matter what it took.  Others say that it was a political choice, that by showing how far he was willing to go, the atrocities he was willing to inflict on a defenseless and peaceful Dunnick clan, he hoped to ensure that no one else would dare to rise up and take arms against him. But most whisper of a dark and twisted soul, of the kind of man who would grab children from their mother’s arms and toss them upon the flame to appease his own ravenous hunger for pain and blood.  

No matter the reason, one thing is certain.  The Dirge of Dunland left only ashes behind him as he cut a swath across the countryside- as well as the nightmares of those who were lucky enough to survive his wrath. He is in every way the very example of the wicked Rogalian lordling who treats human lives as sport, if only they have the misfortune of being born a Dun.







Infamous among Rogalian Nobles

EdwardRumors swirl around Edward Fitzdrake, bastard son of the infamous Blood Dragon, Count Antonidas Drake.  The boy was allowed to grow up among his noble half-siblings, receiving the very best of training that the Drake family could provide and becoming a warrior of exceptional merit.  

He became especially close to his elder half-brother Charles. The two of them spent most of their childhood together hunting and testing each other and growing up as brothers in arms.  

However, as they grew older envy took root in Edward’s heart, and he started to covet the power that his half-brother possessed by right of his noble birth. In fact, those in the know say that when his elder half-brother Sir Charles Drake married, Edward was so jealous and bitter that he refused to even toast the newlyweds, instead standing up and giving a scornful reprimand in front of all assembled, leading to a loud and infamous falling out between the formerly close friends.

It is incredibly suspicious, then, that Fitzdrake was one of the last to see Charles alive as the two headed into the forest together to hunt and try to bury the hatchet.  While no warrants have been drawn up for his arrest, he was seen leaving Torchgutter within a day of Charles’ body being found, ostensibly on assignment as a bodyguard for his younger half-brother, Sir Richard Drake, who was childishly adventuring in Gotha as a sell-sword.  

In his wake he left a grieving widow, an infant without a father, and whispers of murder.  Some few do not whisper, but declare him openly as kinslayer - accursed by God.






Infamous among the Gothic Gutter

The streets of Stragosa are tougher than most- filled as they are with desperate refugees, hucksters jostling for a chance to fleece the pilgrims who came for the miracle, and bandits of all kinds trying to make a fortune for themselves.

But Arin Curzon, the Sanguine Siren, is no stranger to tough streets.  A well-known gutter rat from Fenristadt, she was responsible for making what was a simple market feud into a bloody underworld war.

The two gangs were working to control the market in Fenristadt, but Curzon couldn’t decide on which one to support.  Instead she worked to support both of them, brokering a series of shady deals to provide each with goods- using the connections she had built up and information she had gathered from her network of child workers to ensure that each side thought that the other was escalating the conflict. Soon she was providing more than information and goods, she was smuggling arms.

When the conflict broke out it was long and bloody, taking the lives of gang members and innocents alike.  But ever a step ahead, Curzon left the city long before her own part in the deal was found out, her pockets full of gold.  It is known that she is not to be trusted, and will likely turn against even her most trusted allies if it means that she can turn a profit.

Among the less fortunate of Gotha, she is remembered as a traitor - someone who pulled herself up from the muck by stepping on the corpses of her friends and neighbors.  A vile woman, to whom the life of friends or lovers is sold cheaply, if it is to her advantage.






Infamous among Gothic Merchants

Wieland’s family has been known across Gotha for their skill at farming, and their ability to produce more food than they could ever need was well established.  But despite their abundance Weiland refused to sell any of it to the merchants of the city, having an intense dislike for money making of any sort.

Instead he seemed determine to undercut the market in any way he could, undercutting food prices simply for the perverse pleasure of driving good merchant folk out of business. Sometimes he’d set up shop right outside of the market’s stalls, giving out for free whatever the merchants were selling.  

His hatred for merchants extended to more than just driving them out of business, though.  All those who sold goods received his ire to the point that he refused to sell his own food to them to eat- even when those he had reduced to poverty were on the edge of starving themselves.

Thus merchants throughout Gotha have learned to steer clear of Wieland and his family, and to do their best to never be dependent on him for aid.  In truth, he is no better than an exploitative merchant himself, simply more crafty - he will drive his competition out of business with under-priced goods, and then exploit those who now rely on him for his mercy, now that no one is left to bother him.






Infamous among the Hestrali Noblity

CessarioDrunkThe Hestrali are known for their love of celebration, but Prince Dilacorvo takes this national tradition to unhealthy depths.  The supposed heir, he routinely demonstrated his inability to rule through his carousing- spending more time with the prostitutes of the city than with his tutors.

In fact the young prince would routinely disappear to go drinking and gambling, leaving the necessary tasks of the kingdom left undone. Not that he did much better when he was present.  Many a foreign dignitary has been slighted by his drunken “compliments,” and many a noble family has been pacified with enormous sums of money as their daughters found themselves unsuited for marriage after spending too much time in the Prince’s company.

The hotheaded drunk is seen as completely untrustworthy by the nobles of his country, and many secretly hope that his latest “adventure” to Stragosa might be the end of him.  Such is the displeasure of the nobility of Hestralia who would one day have to call him King, that the current King, Santiago Dillacorvo, has disowned his son, and cast him from nobility forever more.




Infamous among the Capaccian Gutters

Among those who have nothing, loyalty is everything.  So it makes sense that those of the Capaccione Gutter would hate Sylvie De La Fontaine, the woman who became known as Turncoat Fontaine for her repeated trips to the authorities to report anything that could be sold as suspicious in order to rid herself of rivals, annoyances, creditors, even her own Guildmates in the Leatherworker’s Company.

Though she says she deals in leather goods, Fontaine’s real salesmanship is her ability to lie about those she finds expendable and sell her stories to whatever authority she can get to remove them.  She sold her neighbors as heretics, the inn-keeper as a brothel owner, and the merchant selling her goods a member of the thieves guild.  

She had such a reputation for using the constabulary and even the Inquisition as her own duped muscle, that a collection of honest businessmen rose against her for her repeated accusations against their associates, and Fontain was able to use all of her influence to ensure that the lot of them were thrown into prison.  Turncoat Fontaine always finds a way to dispense with her rivals, and has kept her hands clean so far in doing so.  She has never been brought to justice for her crimes of deception.





Infamous among Njordic nobility

In the fledgling cities of the Cold Throne, there are constantly those who seek to inflict terror upon the southern Njords who side with the Throne and the religion of Benalus.  Constantly testing, probing, looking for ways to prove the superiority of the Old Gods and the Rime Clans with bodies hacked bloody and left as example for children to find.  There is one such barbarian, hated and feared more than others, called Frigg Fellbeast.  

Fellbeast made it her mission to murder the family of the Earl of Hornsreach, and to carve the blood eagle into the young lord and his family.  Her dearest dream was to see the horror in the people’s eyes seeing their leader and his sons flayed before the crowds - to show them the futility and weakness of White Benalus and his lion church.

She had her chance one autumn morning.  She made a pact with Ulfrandr, the Wolf Runner, the Wild Man, for terrible power and ferocity, and swore to him that she would hunt the Earl through the city like it were her hunting ground, else be hunted as prey by His people forever.  She entered the city on all fours with a pack of screaming Rime savages at her back that had participated in her blood rite with her.  Murdering a cadre of city guards, they fought their way through a city square to the Earl’s son, young Wilhelm, and she tore out the lad’s throat with her teeth, though some of the Earl’s named men, Stonard Whitesword and Song Ten-Eyes, drove her off before she could could carve open his back and pull his lungs out in screaming agony.  They tried to save the boy, but he died.

Now she is hunted like the Fellbeast she is, by both Earl and Jarl for the same failure - to kill the Earl of Hornsreach.  The one the rage of a grieving father with the Cold Throne at his back, the other the blood oath of Ulfrandr and the name and the glory that a karl of the Rime Lands would win in killing Frigg Fellbeast.





Infamous among Rogalian Nobility

There are those for whom wine brings out the worst, those who possess a hissing, writhing darkness inside of them that is always struggling to escape, waiting for that moment of liquid weakness as the resolve dims away from alcohol.  The Strangler Priest must be one of these men, for the alternative is too horrible to contemplate.

While many in the Dunnick Isles are fond of drinking and fighting, this Dun might never have come to special notice until his wicked act set him above the others.  The Baronette George Rennet, the youngest son of Viscount Brigham Rennet, one of the few well liked nobles that steward the isles, had done something that seemed a faerie tale romance; he had fallen in love with a young Dunnick girl called Glinda Mae, and despite the difference in their birth, had declared his love for her and offered her himself in marriage.  She would become a Baroness, the first Dun to have Rogalian title, and a new beginning for Dunland, perhaps.  The young gentleman hoped that through their union, Dunland could have peace, for he loved the Dunnick people and their history and song.  

Some in Dunland know how dark a Faerie tale can be.  He was celebrating with his brand new fiancé at the Nightlord’s Feast in a town called Kingussie, the night he was to announce their betrothal to her countrymen.  All sorts were in attendance, including the dark sorts that were wrapped up in the rebellion movement.  After the betrothal was announced, one man, Meallan mac Airt, a dun woodsman of no particular note until that time, burst into the bedroom of the young couple, and though the Baronette tried to defend himself, Meallan mac Art put his meaty hands around his young throat and burst it.

By the time anyone realized the murder had happened and tried to form up a posse to capture bring the man to justice, they found him swearing his Covenants to the Church.  The pseudo-criminal Melandahim Order of the Night Wind swore him into their service and offered him the protection of the Church long enough that the red tape allowed The Strangler to escape to the mainland.  




Infamous among All the peoples of Sha’ra

There is no one in Sha’ra who has not heard tell of the Ta’limiyyah, even if many would prefer to believe that they do not exist.  The secret guard of the Sultan, these men devote themselves fully to his will, stripping themselves of their individuality until they are more tools than men.

Only the most elite warriors are even considered for the Ta’limiyyah, and many who are considered do not survive the experience.  They are without mercy, their only concern the success of the mission given to them, their driving force pride in their work.  They will do whatever is asked of them no matter how violent or wrong it might seem to an outsider, even killing a weeping mother to get at an infant cursed with the spark of fire, and often destroy their targets in broad daylight to send a message to anyone else who may deign to cross the Sultan.  

Those terrible few who count themselves among its ranks are tattooed on their face so that all who see them may know their status, and given the title of Fida’i.  Among these, there are stories of some of their members.  It is said that these warriors have no names, instead just legends as they build up their nightmare reputation so that none will oppose the Sultan’s will.  The Scorpion is one such nightmare - one of the deadliest killers in the whole of the world, it is said that with his spear he can kill any man alive, strike through any defense, burst through any impediment, and that its razor tip is poisoned with a toxin milked from his own tongue - that at the Sultan’s will, he cut out his own tongue and had the tongue of a ghūl grafted in its place.  That his bones can snap apart and reform, that he can crawl up a stone wall and wait upon the ceiling.  A man of such terrible will and purpose is no longer a man, the father of murders and the son of ghūls.




Infamous among All Criminals

Beware fair weather friends, it is said.  There are those who will stand beside you only as long as their own skins aren't in any danger but who will turn tail and run at the first sign of trouble.  Worse still, those that were never your friends at all.  

The Canary is one of these - the heiress to a Capacian mining fortune, she drank and spent her fortune at a local brewery she favored.  Used to a life of luxury, the mines were all broken down and failing from cut corners when she finally drank her way through her money, she realized how easily robbed her fellow nobles were, and started working with thieves to arrange the thefts.  But the Canary is the master of the double cross - once the thefts were completed, her true plan would emerge and she would sell out her accomplices to the nobility, some of the loot tragically never to be found, and stay in the good graces of the Cappacian gentry while easily making her fortune off of the leavings from the misery of both sides.  

Her scheme would have continued forever, but the Canary isn’t as clever as she thinks, and was caught in the act by the nobleman Luc Dechamp, a gentleman of impeccable character, and her schemes and reputation are now well known.  Watch out for Camille the Canary.




Infamous amongst All those faithful of the Old Gods

Lodi Pale-as-Snow is the mightiest name in the North.  May the Gods strike me down if I tell a lie.  If you want a future for the Northmen, a future for the Old Ways, if you believe in Red Stilfskar and know how to be a man, you’ll see that the North needs a leader - needs a King!

The only mark on his name is his traitor son, Cecil who fled from his father’s clan and went South to warn the southerners of his father’s plans to unite the North and throw off their so-called Throne of God.  What kind of man but a weakling runs south for warmer climates when the Old Gods call him to show his mettle?  What kind of man betrays his father to serve another?  A coward.  A weakling.  

At least Pale-as-Snow still has his daughter, Annika Pathfinder, who is a bigger name than even some of his closest men, that his runt of a sun fled craven to the South is no loss.  The Old Gods will find him, though, even in the South.  We’ll bring them with us when we come.





Infamous among Shariqyn Nobility and The Magicians of Water

Never has one so accursed walked the land.   He bears within him the soulfire, and, as it does for all who bear it, it has driven him mad.  Azhar came to the temple to learn, to find a path toward peace, but when he was first tested, his mind shattered.  He fled the temple, but his family returned him so that he could get the help he needed to settle his heart.  

The magi of the temple worked with him for many years, but his uncontrolled violence, unpredictable rages and the sadistic burnings he would fly into proved extremely difficult for the temple to manage.  In each case he claimed that he seemed to have no memory of his crimes, so the brothers of the temple continued trying whatever they could to free him from the wickedness that coiled around his spirit.  The brothers became more and more convinced that some external force, perhaps some kind of djinn or devil from The Outside, was taking control of him through his affliction.

On the day he fled the temple for the final time, he claimed that he hated Sha’ra and Aa’boran, rejected his Higher Self, and claimed that he had achieved dark revelation, an inverse fire that burned its way through worlds to create a new kind of terrible enlightenment.  

It is believed that he now wishes to wield the Church of Benalus against his former people, that he wishes to grasp the power of the Lion God and wield it against Aa’boran, to scorch away the water of purity forever from the world.  Though he can affect a kindly demeanor,  he is ridden by alien forces that are wicked and monstrous.  The nobility of Sha’ra are working with the Temple of Water to bring some peace to him before he can hurt himself and others any further, or before any others are seduced by whatever terrible, revelation he claims to have achieved.

Never has one so accursed walked the land - to be the gate of such terrible power, and to be its pawn so unknowingly.  




Infamous among Gothic Peasants,  all of Capacionne Araga infamy

There a few figures as reviled in the east of the Throne as Araga of the Korma tribe.  The Korma people are the Shariqyn tribe most known to the Capacian border wardens - both the Chevalier du’Roi, as well as the Order of the Dragon Reiksritter that are charged with bringing justice and peace to Sha’ra.  The Korma’s ancestral lands are in those nearer deserts to the wetter Capacian land, and the two peoples have fought each other for centuries there.  Korma is a byword in the East for “Murderer” or for “Invader.”  It is no surprise then that Araga, one of the chieftains of their tribe, is a paragon of murder and evil.

There are feuds between the two peoples - this is understood.  War between two peoples is attack and counter-attack, each victory an excuse for some future revenge.  But even in war, there are limits.  There are some actions that satisfy no strategic means, serve no greater victory, no better future - some actions are simply madness.  

After what happened in Lyons, it was feared for some time that the people of the desert had turned to Kuarl, that their ancient hatred of the Throne and its people had led them to the path of the blood titan, pure madness and malice.  The small Capacian town, notable as a place believed that Benalus stopped to wash his face in a well after returning from his Exile in Sha’ra wearing the pelt of the white lion, was the subject of this drama, before it was determined by the Inquisition and the Sacrosanctum that the town must be burned and abandoned forever after the evils that took place there.

The attack on the small town came quickly, and escape for the people was cut off.  Araga surrounded the town and corralled the people within.  He locked them in cages, commanded his forces to use the women and the men in any way that would harm them.  Set animals amongst them, made them torture one another.  All manner of unspeakable crimes were committed with the walls, the Shariqyn raiders barricaded within and stalling for time with no real way out, their eventual defeat inevitable. The attack on Lyons had no military purpose, just the infliction of unspeakable evils upon the people of the Throne.

It took Giles d’Aubris, the heroic son of the Marquis d’Aubris, to intervene and free the people in a daring attack to break the siege.  He captured Korma Araga, called after the events of Lyons “the Lord of Sorrow” among the Capacian chevaliers that had to bring the survivors, of which there were tragically many, for the release of death was among the last priorities of the wicked lord.  Even as the Church tried to make sense of the carnage in the city, before they ultimately would declare it cursed and unsaveable save through fire, the Chevalier d’Roi, unsure what law or justice could possibly be enough for the desert murderer, sent him to Fenristadt for the Emperor himself to judge and punish.

In the months surrounding those events, the Churches of Gotha had used the story of Lyons as a parable for sin and the evils that the absence of God can create.  The peasants of Gotha awaited the final chapter of that tale - where the wicked are punished, or, with even greater virtue, that this “Prince of the Sands” be humbled in the presence of God and Emperor, and even be redeemed in the light of Holy Benalus, perhaps to return to Sha’ra as an example of the good men can attain from wickedness.  That final chapter never came.

What happened next, behind the closed doors of the Imperial Palace and the courts of the Emperor, is unknown, but the result is that this Prince of Sands had become the Prince of Burden, remaining in Fenristadt as a fixture of diplomacy - a hostage against the Padishah Sultan of Sha’ra, to remain in Fenristadt, and disgustingly, be granted the rights and accords of what passes for high birth and station in Sha’ra.  Although cleared of the original suspicion of worship of Kuarl, simply the ordinary variety of unfathomable evil, this savage murderer from the godless desert, sits eating and feasting with the families of the Throne’s oldest families, a guarantee against the Shariqyn and a vector of diplomacy.  He is hated and reviled in the capital, but by Imperial decree, for the Emperor’s purposes, he remained, until finally forced out of the capital by yet another assassination attempt.  


The Famous

Herein are the greatest of all the Throne's people, and what they are known for.  Those who are known for their great deeds and heroic acts, and their reputation has followed them to Stragosa.



Famous in the Hestalian Gutters

CessarioPrinceWhile many of the nobility can seem distant to the common folk, Prince Casaereo Dilacorvo was one of the few whom the small folk think have their best interests at heart.  Beloved by the people of his city, he understands that the real strength of country lies not its nobility but in its people.

Since he was but a child he has been an ally of those people, listening to their problems when no one else would.  He learned his statecraft not in the halls of his father, but by watching how real men led each other- not politicians.

He routinely patronizes and supports businesses of the poorer sort and hands money out with a ready hand, often bonding with ordinary peasants over drinks and food.  In fact, his generosity has been known to keep several young widows afloat in desperate times.

Truly, to the people of Hestrali, Casaereo is one of them.







Famous among Benalian Clergy

Elijah Cartwright is a man of iron will and determined faith.  Early in his career as a priest Father Cartwright came across a small Hestralian village overrun by disease and decay, where every man woman and child had been taken by a strange illness.

Seeing that the village had been cursed by some sort of unclean spirit, Father Cartwright swore an oath to not sleep, eat, or drink of wine or water until he had saved the immortal souls of all those who dwelt there.

For three full days the holy man hobbled from person to person, house to house, tending to and healing the sick.  Without the strength of food or water he dared even the Lord’s displeasure with rituals much above his station as a humble father of the Church, and yet, in miracle, the Lord answered his holy prayers and found him worthy.

He spent many long hours of the night coaxing out the evil spirits that had infected the people of the village and on the fourth day he finally managed to overturn the curse that the village had upon it.  On that day all who had been sick turned for the better, and the village found itself bathed once more in Benalus’ holy light.

But so holy was the father that he was unwilling to take any of the credit for the miracle that he had performed, giving praise and credit instead to Saint Istra and Benalus for guiding him through the darkness.  It is clear that Father Cartwright bears the Lord’s own endorsement in his deeds, and was made Bishop of the Almighty Church of Benalus to match the station of the miracles he was able to beg for, in Lurian’s name.






Famous among Hestrali Merchants

Throughout the Throne, there is no one as skilled as the Fox for locating hard-to-find items- especially those of a sensitive nature.  Discreet and careful, Arin Curzon is known for getting the best price for her clients no matter how hard the competition.

Her network of contacts is vast, allowing her to work directly with people of all stripes.  In fact she was once able to circumvent a powerful network of Gothic merchants who were determined to flood the market with overpriced food by brokering a deal directly between the Hestrali Merchant Guild and the peasants, cutting out the middlemen and allowing the merchants to get a powerful foothold in the Gothic market.






Famous among the Gothic Peasantry

DominicGentleThe Alder family had long been one of those families that the people spoke of in hushed whispers.  Known for their cruelty, they ruled over their holdings with a heavy hand, determined that all those who were not of their line were destined to serve. Their abuse did not halt with the peasantry either, as they were responsible for the fall of several minor noble families who dared to stand in their way.

But their dark lineage came to an end with Dominic Alder, the last son of their line.  An only child, he rebelled against the cruelty of his family, becoming a priest of the Sanctae Viae and devoting his life to the works of St. Bathier.

After the death of his father he cared for his ailing mother, but upon her death he called to him all the poor of the region.  He apologized for all the damage his family had done, and for all that his family had taken from them.  He preached the words of St. Bathier to the masses and gave away his fortune to the weakest and most destitute of the peasants, giving them food, warm clothes, and shelter.  

He gave hope to those who had been the most trodden, leading by example to the wealthy and poor alike.  The peasants of what were once the lands of Alder, now snapped up into by the Herzog of Fafnir, still remember the man who set him free in the ultimate expression of the holy vow of poverty the Sanctae Viae uphold.










Famous among Benalian Clergymen

MagnusReckonerThe minions of Kuarl are some of the most vicious, terrible monsters that the Triumvirate of Thorns has ever birthed.  These Anathema are feared for their horrific strength and violent natures, so much so that few men can bear to stand in their way.

But Traugott Magnus was never one to run from a fight against evil. Called to interdict a House of Gothic Lords who had fallen to villainy and heresy, he lead the charge into their cursed stronghold and forced his way into the throne room.  Yet, seeing the strength of the foe, he did not lead his Templar forces in battle against the monster.

No. Instead the Magnus offered a challenge that the dreaded Kuarlite lord could not refuse: single combat.

The holy knight and the monster had a titanic battle, with both forces awaiting the victor.  Templar iron against hellforged Kuarlite bone weaponry, tearing claws against shining plate.  The men say that there came a terrible moment when the savage titan lifted Traugott Magnus into the air above him and broke his back upon his horned head and thick, corded neck.  But just then, when all was thought lost and the hero killed, Magnus roared a terrible invocation to Benalus, Mithriel and Zuriel, and somehow arose anew, tearing the Kuarlite’s horns from his head, breaking cursed bone and hammered iron between his riveted gauntlets, smashing the hellish lord to bits before finally having his victory.  Though gravely injured, Magnus stood victorious atop the heaped corpse of his foe.

His soldiers could barely believe it, and his victory gave them the strength they needed to wipe the entire Kuarlite army from the field.  What should have been a pitched and difficult battle turned into a rout and Magnus and his men carried the battle.  

To this day, it is whispered within the church that Magnus is truly blessed of Benalus, and that in some future moment of great and terrible need, Magnus will be filled again with the power of the Archangels and the Prophet, and triumph over evil when it is needed most.




Famous among All Shariqyn Peoples

There is a storm that rushes across the deserts of Sha'ra, infused with the taint of darkness and evil. It comes during the night, howling and deadly, it's sand-laden winds toppling buildings and stripping flesh from bone. It is said that many of the strange, smooth boulders that spot the desert have been caused by the storm. And, more, the Ak'sasha, the night malefic follow the storm, their limbs twisted and reversed, carrying wicked, curved blades.

Rarely does the storm strike a village and never a town, but when it does strike, it often targets caravans, leaving little trace of the caravaneers other than polished, smooth white bones and strange reversed footprints.

The Sultanate and his retinue was travelling from one of the Sultan's favored palaces to return to the capitol. A longer-than-usual dalliance indulged by one of the Sultan's younger sons saw the caravan caught out in the desert when the Suk'sasha, the storm, appeared on the horizon, blacking out the stars.

Many merchants followed the Sultan's caravan, taking advantage of what trade can be made on the heels of the ruler. Shu-Tat also followed the caravan, teaching the youngest nobles at their parents' requests, having already become known for his mental acuity and iron faith. As the winds picked up and caused the tents to shudder during the evening meal, Shu-Tat sought out the disturbance.

He saw the coming storm and knew of such things from his study in the Nameless Monastery: the night malefic. Shu-Tat stood, looking into the storm and the foul creatures that lurked within. Their wicked blades gleamed even in the near absolute darkness of the storm. As water mages swayed nearby, calling upon universal forces, Shu-Tat stepped forward.

Barriers put up by the mages blew away as the storm approached and directed attacks at the figures below the storm were deflected. Shu-Tat lifted his hands into the symbols of faith and perfection and began chanting. Though he did not raise his voice, it carried clearly through the howling winds and commotion of the camp and within the darkness of the storm.

The storm descended as a wave upon the cliffs and the figures in shadow rushed forward. Those who watched saw his form engulfed in darkness, his voice muffled by the darkness around him. Then, like the splash of a boulder into a lake, the darkness pulled away from him as if pained. The Ak'sasha hissed. He remained still, chanting, his clothes were tousled and his headband was gone, cascading painstakingly braided hair onto his shoulder.

His words rang out like a gong, his faith seeming to shine forth from his form, each syllable pushing the darkness farther and farther away from him and the camp. A single Ak'sasha leapt forward to strike Shu-Tat, but the blade broke upon his shoulder. The creature bellowed and tried another strike, this time Shu-Tat stepped aside to allow the blade to pass through the space he’d occupied before.

He continued chanting and the Ak’Sasha continued their assault, trying and vainly to strike down the magus. And there he stood, immobile, holding back the night malefic with the force of his faith and knowledge until dawn came and dissolved the storm and the creatures as one where upon he collapsed and slept for ten days.





Famous among Gothic Peasants


There are some that say the age of miracles is over.  That times when the great saints walked the land, the Archangels called out to their chosen, offered the faith-making miracles that tore through an age of darkness and brought forth the light of God into the world.  That those times are long done, and that whatever those times, men are on their own.

To those, Celestria, the Twice Sighted is the answer.  Born a daughter of the Great House of Gotha, House Engel, whose words are “God Will Know,” the girl then known as Isabella Engel embodied her family’s sacred maxim.  Even as a girl, she was granted visions by the Archangels - as but a child, she was given to know of a caravan of travelers trapped in a winter storm in the forests hear Morgstadt, lost and afraid.  Overcome with the need to stave off the impending tragedy, she brushed off her parents’ concern and personally mounted a rescue party for a group that everyone else was convinced did not exist.  

As she grew older and swore Covenants to Cyaniel and Lurian, christened Celestia by the Holy Church, and she was granted more and more divine grace.  Stopping bandit attacks, saving lost travellers, protecting the unfortunate, and warning of disaster.  It is said by the peasants that in dire need, you call call out to her, pray to her, and she can hear your voice.  A small cult of worshipful followers honors her name in Morgstadt, calling her the Twice Sighted, the miraculous seer of those in need.  Petitions to declare her a saint have been thus far declined by Holy Lethia, as she still lives on, though her popularity as a symbol of divine hope and human grace suggests that her posthumous lionization is likely.




Famous among All Njords

Tales are told of a woodcutter to the north whose strength seemed to rival that of any man alive. As a young man Ivan often impressed the local village women by carrying entire trees or boulders on his back, but his real test came when Rangvald Bloodaxe and his karls came to peck out another mean bit for Stonearm lands.  Such a small little mountain town, Bloodaxe wasn’t ready for what happened.

Warned by their approach by distant fires, a lone woodcutter felled tree after tree, carrying log and boulder to the front of the town and making a wall to keep out the Bloodaxe and his men.  Sveas’ kicked up a god awful blizzard that night, the snow piling high, but the woodsman kept working all through the night, frost clinging to him as he heaved each load over the rising snow, rolling boulders all caked up with powder up the hill, all night until dawn came.

From the blowing white he came with the dawn, returning with one last load of timbers to lash into palisades and walls, covered head to foot in hoarfrost, but not slowed a bit.  The men muttered he was Iceblooded as Sveas herself, and as Ivan dropped the wood into position and drew out his whetstone to sharpen his axe for another, it was then that Rangvald brought his karls over the hill.  

The makeshift barricades that Ivan worked all night to build stopped them, and no mistake.  Gave them a hell of a time, all spiked and barbed as they were, but that weren’t the worst of it, no.  Ivan climbed up on that wall with his wood-chopping axe and felled men just like he felled them timbers.  Each man that scrabbled over the wall got put back down it, quick as you please, and half his weight lighter as well.

It weren’t long then before Bloodaxe called the retreat, looking for easier pickings elsewhere.  Ivan stood there, not even panting, all covered in red frost.  The men of that village cheered that the ice gave him his strength, or that Sveas had put the ice straight into his blood, and made him a cold killer like the lady of winter herself.  Iceblood, they called him.  




Olivier Bouchard the Duelist

Famous among All Nobles

You wish to challenge who to duel? Bouchard? The Bouchard? I know you are young,  but surely you have heard tale of Olivier Bouchard. The man never goes anywhere without his brace of pistols and believe me- he knows how to use them. He has a mind for angles unlike any I have ever seen, and is able to find the smallest cracks in the armor of his opponents for maximum damage.

Every shot he takes is calculated, every move thought out steps in advance, every contingency planned for.  And I hear that all he has to do is stand before you to size up your potential.

If you enter into a duel with him it's too late for you, you have already lost.  Might I recommend a different challenge?