Fame and Infamy

Fame and Infamy

Fame and Infamy

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 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 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 Clergy

Elona inn Graen, appeared initially to one and all to have a knowledge of plants that was borderline inappropriate, but she was well and soon proven to be guided by the angel Lurian.  Her faith burned brightly, and her knowledge of which herbs God had touched with his blessings saved the life of a local clergyman. As further evidence of the divine favor bestowed upon her, it was serendipitous that Elona was present just as the symptoms of the clergyman’s poisoning were becoming evident, and she had the exact cure upon her.  Without hesitation, she calmly administered the timely antidote, and became known as an exception to the rule that those who use plants often do so with unwholesome ends. She is greatly respected as a devotee of the healing arts, and it is said that where she treads, the black feathers of the angels’ wings can sometimes be found.




Famous among all of Hestralia

Father Cosimo Carvolo is a miracle made flesh, or so many throughout Hestralia proclaim. For him to enter your county is for the wombs of wife and mistress to be filled with life! Even barren soil takes to seed, and the fruits of love are brought forward in great bounty a few short seasons later.

Noble, merchant and peasant alike flock to the great revival sermons to be blessed in the name of Benalus through Father Cosimo's touch, and he is always willing to help. He is known to have never once cast a request for aid aside, giving guidance and prayer to all of those in need, regardless of station or birth. For this miracle is not his own, nor one to be hoarded, but instead a great gift from Benalus and God to be shared!

Have you worry over your lineage? Have you a home bereft of the warmth of children? Worry not! For Father Cosimo is sure to come to a city near you! His ministry as a Priest of the Mendicant Order of Saint Bathier often taking him through every Kingdom of God.




Famous among Dunnicks

"Sister of the Bangles" - From the slums of the shimmering lands of the Hestrali to the burning heart of the great Rogalian war machine. She who stands before the mass of twisted screaming Roggie metal and will not budge. Birthed in the filth and mud of the lowest of lands only to be elevated to a station of high born glory, she twists the Roggie's own laughable scheming to stand shoulder to shoulder with the would-be Tyrants. Let no son of the isle ever question the true emerald blood that flows through our Sister of Bangles.  She is as true and free as the roaring hearts of the defiant rabble rousers still bold and daring enough to refuse to yield to the Tyranical Roggie reign. She is a small shimmer of glittering gold in the writhing sea of black and crimson, and she seeks to craft a new isle of green and peace in the beast's very heart!


Famous among Scum

"The Gutter Princess" - Born in the muddy, piss filled gutters of Hestrali, Genevieve has never forgotten where she came from. Since her recognition as a true Highborn to House Baines, she has gone out of her way to ensure we knew that she had not forgotten us. Rumor holds she fought against the execution of one of our own, simply because the hoity-toity nobles couldn't possibly know how hard it was for us below from their elevated cushy thrones. She has given to us scum freely what her new station has afforded her, and can be sought out behind closed doors in times of need.




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 Gotha


In Gotha’s gnarled forests, with the snow falling thick, and burning to nothing upon touching the ground, Roy of Dunnland had a quest. He had been called to this foreign land to solve a terrifying problem. One that had left three towns in ruin with a trail of bodies and mourners. One with a name: Hrungir the dread troll.

Trained in the martial arts of his homeland, Roy was eager to face the challenge. He met Hrungir in the center of a village. He beat on his chest and challenged the beast, screaming foul war cries in his mother tongue, guttural and menacing. The fight the followed lasted for five days and nights, where they wrestled and tore at each other’s skin. The dread troll finally succumbed to his exhaustion, and Roy wrench the monster’s limbs from its body and used them as clubs to beat Hrungir to death.

Roy followed the burning snow, deep into the bowels of the land, where the air grew hot and acrid. At the center of a deep cavern sat a witch, the rumored mother of Hrungir. When Roy laid his eyes upon her, she quaked, shrieking a terrible curse just before he beat her down to nothing but a bloody pulp. The countryside was free from its plague, and the snow burned no more.



Famous among: All Nobility

Lady Svenja was born to the noble house Heidrich in Gotha. She was well cared for and beloved in her home, and flourished. Tragedy struck when she was thrown from a wagon, breaking part of her spine. She was bedridden for nearly two years, and while most children would have spent that time restless and unproductive, Lady Svenja was no ordinary child. In bed she studied, she learned, and she focused her mind on a life of piety and of duty.

Years later, Svenja walked alone into the Njordic lands on a mission: to bring the light of Benalus to the darkness. Her words convinced those who harbored sin to find contrition and for those who were evil to be found and vanquished. The Jarl of the town, named Veneslaus the Hammer Dropper, converted and gloriously lead his clans to White Benalus with The Peacemaker’s help.

When the heir, Ghislain of Cappacian House Harcoure was captured by the Shariqyn, she traveled just ahead of the armies and negotiated his return without bloodshed. Ghislain was able to stand before his family whole and with Lady Heidrich, they returned home to feast instead of mourn.

Lady Svenja walks now with her trademark cane, but she had traded physical mobility for something far greater: purpose. She began training as a diplomat and quickly earned a reputation for herself as a diligent and considerate emissary for the Throne. She is known to walk in the footsteps of Richard the Trustworthy, as best she can. In her time as a diplomat she has brokered peace between warring Houses, saved marriages, authenticated relics, and thrown Feasts that bards have sung about for years to follow. Now she comes to Stragosa, bringing with her the weight of experience one would expect from someone known as The Peacekeeper.




Famous among Church


Ulvgard, known as The Iron Wolf with Unbreakable Faith, is well known for being the solitary survivor and hero of a horrific battle against the forces Lazarolth. Templar Commander Ludwig was already slain, and in a pool of his own blood as the feet of ghouls stamped around him. One after another, Ulvgard’s companions fell beside him. His entire division of Templars and the accompanying priests were mowed down and obliterated.

It is said that the sky darkened and the howling of wolves could be heard from the hills, crying into the unnaturally shadowed daylight.

Ulvgard stood above the rest. Alone.  It is said that he stood so tall, his feet did not appear to touch the ground.

He took up the blessed blade of legend, “Publicanus a Mortuis”, that had fallen from his Commander’s hands, and he knew what must be done. For hours upon hours he heroically slaughtered the ghouls that had taken his beloved Commander and companions from him. None could withstand his holy vengeance. He carved through their ranks and leveled their forces. He came finally face to face with their Lazerine master, and without hesitation or fanfare, slew the abomination, cutting him down where he stood into seven equal pieces.

When the fighting was finished, he alone prepared his companions for their souls’ proper rest, for he is as pious as he is deadly, and his heart still aches for those he has lost.

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 Templars


Allja is haunted by a dark force, and that darkness seems to overcome and inhabit her more each and every day. No one is ever safe with her, and those that exchange more than a few words with her most often end up dead. What she draws close to her, what she attracts, is the stuff of nightmares. She could not keep those helpless orphans alive, could she?

Strange things happen to those closest to her. They’re not quite...right. Something changes about them, as if magic has gone awry, or the Triumverate are gnawing at their flesh. and it is all because of Allja. Many have tried to break what she has, but nothing has worked. Even her own mother has been tainted by her. They cannot be together, lest they want things hunting them. Even a Paladin tried once to rid her of her curse, but it lives on in her flesh. Only the purest of evils could defy a Paladin’s holy gifts,and that is obviously what resides in this most tainted and touched woman.


Infamy: Shariqyn Scum


The bane to an already marginalized group, Allja has no love for those Shariqyn unlucky enough to be born poor. This woman has no mercy, no compassion in her heart for anything she deems outside of God’s word.

She has a particular distaste for heathenry, and while she cannot lawfully punish people for being merely misguided, she finds other ways to exact her hatred. There are stories of the many hands she has removed for alleged theft, even if the thing stolen was a glance, the many houses and lands she has taken for crimes she fabricates, and the many beggars she has humiliated and disfigured, simply for her own pleasure and righteousness. She is cold, she is cruel, she is ruthless to the poor among the Shariqyn, because they are the ones who cannot fight back.




Infamous among Njords


The mage, Arnold Heidrich, is a ruthless man who will do anything for his family. He has been known to proclaim his loyalty to his family loudly and often. He is willing to go to ugly, gruesome lengths to keep the family strong and thriving. His magic often comes into play in his machinations, and the cost of his ventures are weighty.

The Njords are a hard people. They are accustomed to harsh winters, and are plagued by never ending conflict. The Gothic mage is yet another nightmare heaped upon the Njords of the north, his fire melting the snow drifts that would then rain down and bury anyone caught in the wake of its torrent..

Ten years ago, the crimes Arnold  wrought against the Njords were beyond the means of an ordinary man. Entire villages were razed, every building reduced to a smoldering pile of ashes. The bodies of innocent people left cooking in town squares. Arnold Heidrich did in days, what it took armies to do in weeks. No one knows why his hatred for the northerners runs so deep, but it still smolders inside of him, tainting him, and causing him to commit atrocities against the Njordic people to this day. It is said that when the Fire Guild takes a contract against a Njordic foe, Arnold demands first consideration.




Infamous among Dunland


Gorehammer”: Asbjorn Barorsson had lived a quiet life until that caravan rolled through his hometown. It had promised a way out of his monotonous life in Njordr, and a chance to become a traveling warrior, wielding a hammer that his father had given him. Just what a young man wants. It was nearly storybook perfect until it actually came time to fight.

While traveling through Dunland, Asbjorn and his companions stumbled upon a group of starved Dunnick youths. They were scared, but desperate enough to hang on to a band of kind strangers. They would peer at Asbjorn and watch him as he ate, as he walked, and the man who would become known as Gorehammer did not like it.

A fortnight later, near a small town, he could stand their presence no longer. His whole being burned when they stared at him, and he reached for his hammer. At first, he panicked, but his panic gave way to a deep blood hunger that welled up inside of him. With his weapon in his hand, he savagely beat the children, dealing blows until they were unrecognizable. He used every ounce of strength God gave him to murder the youths in cold blood. Their screams were so loud, so anguished, that the villagers ran from their houses to see what the commotion was, but they were too late. All they found was the sight of Asbjorn, bloody to the skin, standing above the mangled corpses of the youngsters who had tagged along behind the caravan. Killed for no reason other than that he did not like the way they looked at him.

He became featured in children’s terror tales warning younglings about the dangers of accompanying strange caravans, or misbehaving, lest The Gorehammer comes for them in the night.




Infamous among Gothic Nobles


Because of his cowardice in his knight’s time of need, Berowalt is no longer fit to be a squire. When Sir Berthold saw how Berowalt fled when his knight needed him most, it became apparent that he was not the sort of man who would hold his ground and defend those close to him.

Because of his ungrateful nature, he took advantage of Sir Berthold’s good graces, using him to provide for his needs and build up his name. After his first taste of real battle, Berowalt asked to be let go, on account of not having the stomach for combat. He is known to be unreliable, spineless, and to balk at any sign of danger. Be wary else his disgrace, cowardice, and lack of honor should stain those he serves.


Infamy: Dunns


Berowalt earned himself a new name on the day he wreaked havoc through a Dunnick village, seventy against his band of five. He was wounded, stabbed through his shoulder, but the injury stirred something in him before he blacked out, and the demon that resides within him took over.

When he woke up, he was standing among a pile of corpses, covered in blood and gore, and everyone in his unit was slain. The bodies of the villagers were so mutilated that it appeared to be the work of a thresher or gruesome artist. People, including children, appeared to have been torn in half while alive, and many bore the marks of trying to drag themselves to safety while they were missing limbs. A lone Dunnick man had survived, desperate to escape Berowalt, now that he was conscious. He ran, spreading the news across the countryside, and the squire who had slaughtered the town was dubbed “Carver Walt”.




Infamous among Rogalian Peasants


Bjorn, The Iron Breaker, as he is know to some, is a man of many bloody talents. In his younger days, he was sought after for doing what others did not have the stomach for: beating down the weak, and reaping the profits.

Bjorn ran with a mercenary crew known as the Ice Wolves, a band of Njord warriors who made quite the pretty penny raiding the countryside of their homeland, as well as taking out many contracts with Rogalian houses. The Rogalian nobles tended to contact the Ice Wolves when the peasants on their lands became too...independent, or withholding of their resources or taxes.

While the Ice Wolves were brutal to the people they terrorized, Bjorn was the worst of the lot. He would humiliate the survivors of the raids, making them strip and burning their clothing in the dead of winter such that whole families would die of exposure, forcing them to drink obscene amounts of water in the summers until they were violently sick. It wasn’t enough to torture or kill these peasants, no, he made examples out of all of them first. It is said that castration with a dulled knife is one of his favorite methods of punishing large peasant families. His childlike sense of humor, paired with his sadism, gave the peasants of Rogalia a barbarous image of what the men of the north were like.




Infamous among Dunnick Gutters


Diego Santiago Matias knows his way around people’s pockets. His dazzling displays of showmanship and skill with performance are often enough to hypnotize a crowd. That’s when he does his dirty work.

Known especially for his work in Dunnland, Diego would use his family’s carnivals as prime spots for his cons. A round of betting on a rigged fight would earn him a pretty penny. In contests of skill, he would always come out the victor, having honed his ability to juggle, throw knives, and pick the pockets of those who were unwary.

He works best in large crowds, and always carries a small knife, perfect for slitting purses.

He seems to target the Dunnick in particular, perhaps thinking that they will have less recourse and less ability to settle things with him than others.  He exploits their social standing and lack of resources for his own greed. It is deplorable that a man who pretends to offer the hardworking, downtrodden and lost Dunns a momentary relief from their life of drudgery - pretends to offer them respite and hope and joy - instead increases their misery and poverty all the more.


Infamy: Njord Nobility


Diego’s interactions with the Njords have been short but memorable. During his time as a kidnapped performer under the thumb of a rival carnival, he was forced to fight as entertainment. This act was particularly popular in the north, where violence is commonplace, but good violence is artistry. His most humiliating fight was against a Jarl’s daughter, who soundly beat him in the ring.

At the carnival later that week, Diego met the Jarl’s daughter again, this time bravely balancing an apple on her head in the jester’s stage act. While it was clear from previous acts that he had the skill to hit the apple each and every time, he took his time with her, savoring her growing fear, before flinging the knife into her eye, maiming her. She may have taken his dignity, but he had taken her beauty.

He is known as a coward among the Njordic Nobility, for what he could not do in honorable combat, he did under the guise of entertainment and trickery. It is said that this is his treatment of all women who embarrass or spurn him - he finds some way to ruin them. He is petty and ruthless, and without honor.  




Infamous among Rogalian Merchants


Cry Haven is a den of corruption and crime, and Emeric Underwood is its hatchet man. The city is organized in such a way to make it almost impossible for a reputable merchant to survive, with all of the trade guilds having been run out of the city, and poor businessmen being forced to grease the hands of the local crime lords just to operate at all.

But the Anarchist manages to make it even worse.  His campaign of misinformation, bullying, and outright discrimination has turned the people of Cry Haven against the guilds- preferring that the power of the purse be kept in the hands of the rabble rather than with those who could manage it properly. He gives the gutter crime lords full reign, and has worked with all of his energy to drive out any honest, hard-working merchants that he can find.

Corrupt and gleefully drunk on blood money, Emeric likes Cry Haven exactly the way it is.




Infamous among The Melandahim Order

The aging Father’s back groaned in protest as he stood from the pew. “For our last lesson this evening,” he said, slowly making his way up the shallow stone steps toward the simple pulpit. It wasn’t a sermon he was about to deliver, but he felt the need to touch this sacred place while he delivered this lesson nonetheless.

He turned to see the young Acolyte, a small, lone figure sitting among the pews. “For our last lesson tonight,” he began again, “let us talk of the dire sins that result when a man of God lets vanity and corruption cloud his holy mission.”

The acolyte, who had begun to slump in his posture, adjusted the way he sat now. He was only human, after all, and so very young at that. And humans, the Father had learned over time, were nothing if not willing to discuss the downfall of others.

“I’ll tell it as a story,” the Father went on, knowing the hours of lessons had been long, and wanting to keep his young student’s attention.

“About the Purse Priest?” the young man asked.

The Father gave a slow nod. “You know the stories, no doubt. But this that I tell you is no story—it is the truth of it, before the events were bent and twisted by the tongues of men who serve their own purpose.”

The acolyte sat up even straighter, until the Father had to give a chuckle. He hadn’t known the young man to be so tall.

“His true name is Father Cosimo,” the Father began. “He is a member of the Mendicant Order of Saint Bathier.”

“The Melandihim,” the boy breathed, awe in his voice and light eyes.
“He was once a promising Acolyte, just as you are now,” the Father went on after another slow nod. “Young, eager, bright, and willing. That brightness drew attention; others saw his willingness and sought to turn it to their service. They awarded his genuine care with gifts, his favors with favors of their own. Word spread and soon what started as innocent turned dark. Father Cosimo began to see his influence not in the word of the Almighty but in the power of his purse and the influence it afforded him. He has forsaken the glory of God in the name of gold, title, and other luxuries—both material and flesh.”

The young boy’s eyes flared at the reference. “Has no one sought to bring him under our laws?” he asked, leaning forward, eager to seek retribution for these cardinal sins.

“Many have,” the Father replied. He found his fingers gently prodding the scar on his chest through his robes, the skin thick and tingling where he’d met the end of a blade in his attempts to do exactly that which the boy inquired. “And many have failed. Father Cosimo is right in one small fact: money has bought him influence in this life. And that influence affords him safety from mortal men. But it is not our judgment that should threaten him,” he said. “Indeed, he should, and I suspect does, fear for his immortal soul. For the hellfire that surely awaits such a beast would be rivaled only by that reserved for the Thorns themselves.”






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 Gotha


The Inquisitor's Mask: Serving as an aid to an Inquisitor, he traveled from town to town, city to city, in the Inquisitor's footsteps. Whenever the Inquisitor failed to find sufficient evidence of heresy, they would move on. Shortly following their departure, however, it wasn't uncommon for the man known as the Inquisitor's Mask to be seen in the town or city some days later, and for several families to be discovered murdered. On more than one occasion it was said that he slaughtered an entire town. Traveling merchant caravans were sometimes stopped and inspected by the Inquisitor, only to then have several, if not the entire company, murdered the following night. The Inquisitor was later executed for undisclosed reasons and the Inquisitor's Mask was let go. Regardless of his release, the death The Mask sowed brought about much hardship for people within Gotha from all walks of life. Disrupting food production, trade routes, and foiling more than a few noble unions by his blades, all of Gotha has heard of, and loathes the man behind the mask.


Infamy: Hestralia


The Weeping Jester: Hestrali Courts love a good jester, and there were few than the Weeping Jester, named for how he would begin to cry sometime near the end of his performance, and would eventually be so hysterical, that nothing intelligible could be gleaned from him. All of that was seen as a part of his act, a mockery of the joy he brought to others. His skill with juggling, acrobatics, and wit left none in want. He performed for nobility in their manors and keeps. He performed for the common folk in their town squares. He played for merchants along their trade routes. And he even performed for the lowest of people, performing in the slums and alleys of every city he came to. But tragedy and death followed soon after each and every performance. At first it was unnoticed, a death here and there. Then, it was an unfortunate coincidence as more bodies kept turning up. It wasn't until one evening that his juggling balls were discovered to emit a powerful, albeit slow acting, toxin, and it was remembered that he had a habit of placing his juggling balls here and there throughout his performances for people to handle and occasionally pass around, often ending in the hands of the children in attendance. Once this treachery was discovered, the Weeping Jester was confronted. He claimed he had been given the balls as a gift and knew nothing as to their poisonous function. He was detained for the night, but come morning his bonds were found broken and the man was nowhere to be found. Within a fortnight, all those who had questioned him were dead of the same poison that had consumed so many before them. Few counties in Hestralia are without those mourning for the loss of a loved one at the hands of the Weeping Jester, and as such, all of Hestralia hates this man.


Infamy: Rogalia


The Unmasked Turncoat: Having served one of Lord Trevor Renett's sons for several years, and aided in ending several Dunnik rebellions, he was becoming a trusted member of the house. One evening, while the lord of the house, Baldemar, held a banquet in honor of his being named heir to the house. He invited his knights, favored merchants, peasants, and even a few scum since Baldemar had built himself up to be a man of the people. In the course of the banquet, a child ran by and stole the cloth mask from off the man's face, which he used to conceal his identity. The man instantly sprang to his feet and cut the child down where it stood. He commenced to lay waste to all who were in attendance, save for Lord Baldemar, whose eyes he cut out. The Unmasked Turncoat fled into the night. Within a week, an army of Northmen moved against the Lord and his lands and the Lord was slain. His lands and people were left to be ravished and the Unmasked Turncoat was found to be a counselor to the Chief of the Northmen. His treachery has earned him the ire of all Rogalia.


Infamy: Shara


The Faceless Heathen: Few outsiders travel the desert roads of Shara, but a few enterprising individuals try. One such merchant arrived with his wares and a single servant in tow. The servant was quiet, but spoke the language well and interpreted between the people and the merchant. He kept his face concealed behind scarves, and though this is not so uncommon in Shara, he was obviously not of the people. As the days went on, and the merchant went from village to village, his inferior wares and high prices were making a poor man out of him. He eventually began shouting in his foreign tongue, exclaiming that he was being cheated and swindled by the ungodly and ungrateful, to which the people took an even less kindly view on him and his goods, eventually forcing him to leave town. Shortly after, the Faceless Heathen returned alone, and overnight several of the town's wells were either bespoiled or filled in. The Faceless Heathen moved on, from one town to the next along that trade route, always leaving clogged wells and rotted springs in his wake. To ruin a single water source, in a place where water is next to sacred, this man became a slur and a byword. The trade route still has yet to fully recover and countless lives continue to be lost due to the fouled waters and so Shara is ever on the alert for this most hated man.


Infamy: Njordr


The Ice-Blooded Southman: Rival clans of the north are often skirmishing with one another as they vie for Names and honor. One man, however, seemed to care for naught, save for the bloodshed. His actions were thought to be the acts of a demon, or one of the Old Gods. Villagers would go to sleep, only to wake with half their town dead in their beds, throats slit, or suffocated, with a strange sigil carved on their foreheads. Other villages were found buried in snow by an avalanche, with a solitary post mounted on the snowmound with the same sigil carved into it. At last, it was discovered to be the work of two men and they were tracked to a cave in the frozen wilds. One was a man of the north who had once been a great chief, until he suddenly murdered his family and was subsequently thrown into a blizzard to receive judgement. He was assumed dead until this discovery. The other man wore a full helmet that covered his face, but from his speech he was clearly from the southern lands. Together they fought against the brave northmen who had tracked them down, but the power of the dark gods made those two men as demons among sheep. With a final effort, the one-time chief was struck down. All at once, the Southerner stopped fighting. He withered and shrank before their eyes into a husk of the man he had been before. Seeing it as the judgements of Sveas, the surviving northmen gathered their wounded and the corpse of the fallen chief and left him to freeze in the cave. When they later returned that Summer, they learned of their mistake. The cave bore obvious traces of recent activity. The man had clearly survived, and must have left only days before their arrival. Those of the North still curse this man and many believe that his withering was some magic trick to deceive them. As such, they hate and cautiously hunt the southman to make him pay for the deaths and destruction he's wrought upon their people.


Infamy: Capaccione


The Lead Eye: Why do some men seem to live only to bring pain and suffering to others? Why cannot all men recognize their place, their function, and be satisfied? The Lead Eye came to the city of Fano and began garnering contracts for his soon-to-arrive master who would be trading in the finest of dwarven weaponry, including firearms. As there was no registry of such a merchant with the guilds, a representative was sent to inform the man and the presumed merchant that such transactions would need to go through the proper channels, and be taxed appropriately. The merchant was furious, claiming that the rarity of his goods should grant him special accommodations, but ultimately he was forced to make the appropriate concessions. Unfortunately, as often occurs with competing merchants, the newcomer was assaulted. The attackers  drew one of the merchant's own weapons on him and would have ended his life then and there were it not for the man's servant. The Lead Eye leaped in front of the merchant, taking the shot full in the face. The ball passed through his eye socket and back out his skull and still managed to mortally wound the merchant. The Lead Eye, bloodied and wounded, did not fall, but rather tore the gun from the attacker's hand and forced it down the man's throat and through his neck. One of the attackers had the sense of mind to make himself scarce but the others, alas, stayed and met their grisly demise. The city was in terror for the next several weeks as merchants were found slaughtered, guild leaders were discovered hung from the rafters and eventually the magistrate himself was killed, his own eye shot out and a note pinned to his chest by a rather unimaginative dagger. The note read, "Thus to all who place bureaucracy before progress". In addition to the murders, several caravans in the area were waylaid and their wares destroyed. All suffered from this disruption and the region entered into a significant depression. Everyone who was assigned the rule of the city over the next month was promptly murdered. It stopped abruptly, however, when the merchant who started it all was found, dead from infection of his bullet wound, laid beside the chapel door with a request to be properly buried. The request was granted, but more out of fear of what might happen if they refused. The repercussions of the Lead Eye's violent actions continue to be felt, as several trade guilds all but collapsed with their leadership gutted. Surrounding cities have struggled to take up the slack and The Lead Eye is watched for in every city lest he returns.


Infamy: Dunnland

The Shamed Pretender: While serving House Renett, he infiltrated several Dunnik resistance groups, only to slaughter them. And their families. And their friends. And sometimes their villages for good measure. He hides his face to conceal his shame, for it is said by several unnamed witnesses that his cries during the slaughter were not those of wrath or glee, but of woe and torment. He speaks Duna fluently, and some fear he may be Dunnick himself. Regardless, he slaughtered scores of men, women, and children across the Isles of Dunland and none would claim him as one of their own. It is said that without him, Dunland would be free of Rogalian oppression today and that he has single handedly thwarted the best hope for freedom the Dunnick people will ever have and any Dunnick with but a shred of pride for their homeland carries a burning hatred for the man.




Infamous among Hestrali Gentry


"Il Bacio Della Morte": No one in Hestralia knows her name, only that she is a butcher and a temptress. A woman who walks the night and steals men from their wives and lovers, only to leave them dead before the sun touches the sky.

No one has ever caught her, and she manages to escape the rooms of the men she beds before anyone is alerted. She leaves grisly scenes that shock those who are unfortunate enough to stumble upon the men.

One man was seen leaving a reputable tavern in Hestralia, known for its expensive wine and exclusive clientele, with a woman in tow, her curly brown hair glinting in the moonlight as she left with him. No one saw her face, but everyone knew him as Venerio Vargas, a wealthy former merchant who dealt in fine fabrics, and bought himself a knighthood. Days passed before people began to wonder why he was not keeping his appointments.

One brave servant managed to pick the lock on Vargas’ door on the third day, and found him disemboweled, his guts hanging off the bed, and a single red lip print on his throat. The window was open, and his sheets had been fashioned into a rope. The woman was gone.


Infamy: The Clergy


"The Many Masked": Her identity is constantly in flux, like water under a bridge. One day she might be a grubby little scum girl from Aquila, begging on a corner for coin. The next, a priest come to save humanity from its sins.

She has claimed to be a Shariqyn princess, flaunting her wealth and telling people wild tales of her exotic homeland and rich husband. Her latest facade has been one of a Rogalian noblewoman, taking refuge under the banner of House Baines. She has stayed with this identity longest, and has seemed to net her the most benefits. She is often seen walking around in the latest Rogalian fashions, with seemingly no recollection of her former selves.

A woman who does not know herself is not to be trusted. No one knows why she is so changeable, only that the woman they know one day may be gone the next. She had the audacity once to take the vows of priesthood, claiming to have renounced her wicked ways and offering atonements and rituals to the faithful. It was all a sham, and just one more disguise and ruse that she put on to try to ingratiate herself with whoever the victims were in her latest scheme. This woman is not a humanity or god-loving individual. Trust nothing she says.  




Infamous among Gothic Nobility


House Heidrich is not universally loved. Some think they are too severe, that they are hiding behind their faith and using it as a tool to exact harsh taxes, punishments, and other such behaviors. Their Pride is their sin. God help the man who criticizes the Heidrichs in front of Ser Hezke. Her dedication to her family borders on insane zeal, and she has been known to kill those who speak ill of her and her blood.

She appears quiet on the surface, but a rage boils beneath her armor that has been known to snap at the smallest provocation. She is brash in her decision making, and when in one of her deadly outbursts, she is incapable of listening to reason.

This behavior was first witnessed when she was a child, and her younger brother, Sigmund (was never quite the warrior she was) would be spoken ill of. He would start fights, and she would finish them. The scuffles were always bloodier than necessary, and over time, they grew deadlier. She once ran a man through his throat with a spear for denouncing the quality of her family’s paper. Another time she gouged out the eyes of a man who was caught spreading unsavory rumors about her family. It is well known that one will keep their mouth shut around Ser Hezke if they intend to condemn House Heidrich.




Infamous among Gothic Merchants


Isen the Kunstgriff is what the Gothics would call a “wunderkind”. She came up fast in her field of mechanics, having an intimate and almost instinctual knowledge of how machines work. That was both her blessing and curse.

Knowing she could do what others couldn’t, and knowing how much money she could make, she began to gouge her customers, demanding more and more exorbitant prices for her work. When that line of business dried up, she went underground, crafting for Gotha’s notorious criminals and undesirables. She would never turn down a job, merely quote a price.

The story goes that her master, Gerhard Gruber, had a set of blueprints that were his life’s work. He never quite said what they built, but he would hint that it would change the world. He died mysteriously after he began work on his machine, and several days later, Isen fled from her home in Rosenberg, “grieving” for her dead master. It is obvious what happened - not wanting to lose business or be outshone by a wondrous new contraption, she killed the man and stole it.  Whatever device it is will likely end up in the hands of some Tarranthist or crime lord. Isen has zero scruples and no sense of morality or loyalty. Her master’s  companions still seek her to this day, quite convinced of her guilt.




Infamous among Hestrali Gentry


The second daughter and third child of Count Lorenzo Scordato, Isabella is a beautiful woman with a famous hatred for men. Count Scordato’s first attempt to marry off Isabella ended in disaster when, after only a few minutes of conversation, Isabella beat her fiance bloody and stomped on his groin, allegedly rendering him impotent forever more. Time after time, Isabella would somehow ruin the matches her father made for her, alienating noble houses, causing grievances to be claimed against the House, and making many enemies along the way.

Her most notable engagement was to the son of Count Martino Campolo, a particularly influential lord that her father hoped to gain an alliance with. On the night of their wedding, the festivities dissolved into a duel between Isabella and her new husband over a fight they had about who was the better warrior. In the end, Count Campolo’s son was soundly beaten, earning him a cheek torn through to his teeth, and a punctured lung. Isabella’s mother sprang into action, covering the damage with large sums of money to Count Campolo. Isabella was then sent off to her Uncle Edwin Trakt in Woefeldt, Gotha, where she would be far away from her father and her many unfortunate suitors.


Infamy: Gothic Peasants


There are few people one would want for a drinking partner less than Dame Isabella Scordato. Cavorting with her cousin Emeric Trakt, she is often seen at the worst of the taverns that Gotha has to offer. The ones where the night is not complete unless there is bloodshed. But Isabella takes it a step further.

Rich and beautiful, Dame Scordato is often approached by unwary men, hoping to entice her into a night of passion. What they don’t know is her history. Her pattern is as follows: after a few drinks, Isabella will claim that the man in question has somehow insulted her. Touched her breasts, whispered something lewd, or some other such affront. She then proceeds to challenge them to combat, and more often than not, she wins. The number of men she has maimed, or killed, has been lost, buried in fantastical, second hand accounts. But some believe she keeps the cocks of the men she kills, displayed in her quarters at the Trakt household.




Infamous among Aab’oran Faithful


In the far away lands of Sha’ra, the tailor Jean Duquense made an incredible discovery. The Shariqyn bury their dead in tombs deep in the sand, so that the bodies may rest, undisturbed by the elements.

Duquense had traveled to Sha’ra to obtain silks, more luxurious than that in the north. His journey brought him to a small village, on the edge of a vast desert. On a morning walk, he ventured into the sands, stumbling across a the entrance to a stairwell that led down into the sand.

Descending into the depths, Jean Duquense managed to push the door open, revealing a room festooned with precious stones and ancient idols lost to history. He quickly, and without any thought for reverence, grabbed as much as his pockets could hold, and returned to the village. Upon discovery by the locals, he was chased out of town, as disturbing the dead was of great offense to the Shariqyn- or anyone, for that matter. Everyone knows that one of the most taboo acts one can do is disturb the dead. Jean Duquense is a man so blinded by greed and sacrilege, that he was willing to curse a village to potential Malefic exposure or worse, just to line his own pockets. It’s not just the dead that rest in those crypts, and he knew it. He narrowly escaped with his life (and two of the stones he managed to smuggle home).




Infamous among Dunland


The Hestrali are known for their piety. They are godly people who favor the Church and family over all else. They live to serve God, and make merry once they’re finished. They know that they are beloved in the eyes of God and Benalus. As a devout Hestrali man, Jorran is happy to do what is required of him if it means he stays in God’s good graces. Some would say he is overzealous, and his faith borders on fanaticism.

In his youth, Jorran was approached by a member of the Inquisition, and was asked if he wanted to try his hand at becoming a Prosecutor. He had the personal history of strong faith, and his skill in combat could prove useful. He was tasked with shadowing a Rogalian Inquisitor through the Dunnick Highlands. He was meant to observe and take his test at the end of his journey. His devotion got the better of his logic, and his quest ended in tragedy.

While the Inquisitor insisted that Jorran merely observe, the Hestrali ignored the man, claiming he sensed heresy at every corner. He would drag women from their houses, accusing them of being witches before slitting their throats. He would round up children in village squares, tying them together so tightly that their bones broke. His destruction was indiscriminate and brutal, and always excused in his eyes as rooting out heretical beliefs. He was sent home to Hestralia, shamed and forever bearing the stains of his crimes against Dunland.




Infamous among Gothic Peasants


The one great flaw of House Karl is arrogance. As their stature is low amongst nobles, they are eager to bully and belittle those beneath them in a, mostly futile, bid to move up the social ladder and intimidate. As such, the peasants and scum around the Karls abhore them.

There are many increasingly terrifying rumors concerning their unfair and downright cruel treatment of those in the lower class, most notably the farmers on their land. They are said to sow salt in the fields of those who cross them, and let their hunting hounds run wild across forests, killing the local game population. The most prevalent of these accusations is that the tariffs the family puts on the land are three times more expensive than the land itself is worth. It is said the money is then spent on lavish parties, expensive clothing for the family, and exotic goods from as far away as Sha’ra.

A close second is the assertion that the family sets large animal traps with the specific purpose of trapping, and possibly even killing, trespassers. It is almost better to die in those traps, then to let the Karls find you alive.




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.  





Infamous among Njords


Templar Markus Horst Talhoffer is not a name one wants to hear north of the Ryme clans. His cruelty is said to transcend the definition. His zealousness for the Benalian faith makes him an excellent Templar, and a nightmare to heathens.

His youth saw him raised on a steady diet of Templar training and religious fervor. He was molded into the ideal holy warrior, the scourge of unbelievers.

In his journeys to the lands of Njordr, he has earned his reputation as a man willing to do anything to those who do not believe in God and Benalus. In a small village on the coast, he ordered a dam be removed, and watched from a hillside as the entire town was flooded, drowned, and washed away. On a similar occasion, he publicly crucified priests of the Old Gods who refused to renounce their faith. He cut open their chests while they lived and left them for the birds.

He knows no mercy and has no reservations. Man, woman, and child fall equally beneath his judgement.




Infamous among Gothic merchants


Maximus Gelehrte is a no-good scoundrel of a man. A liar and a cheat, he is known to those who deal in coin and goods. If you want to keep your money, you’d be wise not to let Gelehrte know you have any in the first place. His fingers are slippery, and his hands wander…

It is said that once, Maximus found himself hungry in Fenristadt and, upon entering the market, alighted on a butchershop. He struck up a conversation with the butcher, managing to slip seven sausages and two roasts into his coat before leaving. The butcher only noticed that evening when counting his stock.

In Rosenburg, he once brought down an entire business, a well established tailor, merely because he was supposedly unsatisfied with the cut of his doublet.

His pettiness knows no bounds, and he will go to great lengths to fatten his purse. There is no deal you can make with him where you will not end up cheated. It goes beyond simple business savvy or self interest - he takes joy in stealing and swindling as much as he can, and taking everything from people trying to make a living. It is said that he keeps a symbol or trinket of each business or merchant he has personally ruined.




Infamous among Njord, Rogalia, and Gotha

Have you heard tales of the Dreaded Wight Wolf? The Feral Njord? The Slaughterer of Black Creek? If he or his men come to your village you're all going to die. It's said that if he's in a hurry you can call yourself lucky because he'll just put you to the blade and move on. but if he's bored... Benalis help you. 

From the Njordr, through Gotha and Rogalia this mercenary has caused pain and suffering. Screaming men flayed alive to women having their guts tied to a goat then kicking the goat to make it flee. These are more than just soldiers of fortune... they are night malefic in human skin. Survivors tell tales of such butchery that the streets ran with blood. If you see this man or any of his group run and hide, you might be his next victim.

Every culture has different stories about his barbarism. One story in Njord about the Wight Wolf says he came into a village at the end of winter and his mercenaries didn’t have enough food so they stripped the women they killed then roasted them alive

In Gotha a church was protecting a soldier they were sent to kill so they bared the doors and set the place on fire to watch it burn to the ground killing all inside.

The worse stories however come from their time in Rogalia, when fueled on drink and dark whispers they cut down men, women, and children. One story I heard was one noble decided not to pay them for a job they did so after killing their staff and stacking the limbs like a cord of wood, they force fed the noble all the coins they could find, one after another until the noble died and his stomach ruptured spilling the blood covered money on the floor. Which they gathered and went and spent at a local tavern without a single care in the world.

They all were monsters and The Wight Wolf was the worst of them all.




Infamous among Capaccione Scum


Some men hold their heritage too close to their chests. They value the old ways, regardless of if mercy is deserved. Ramsay MacDonald is one such man. A duel gone awry, a heinous act committed.

On a bright, summer morning, Ramsay stepped up to the duel he had agreed to the previous week against a man named Hugo, a Capacian mercenary. Stories vary as to what started the ordeal. Some say Ramsay knocked into the other man while drunk. Others say that Hugo had said something untoward about the Dunn’s mother. Either way, it was about to be bloody business.

Ramsay and the Capacian squared off, hands dangling loosely by their pistols. When the tension broke, Hugo managed to shoot first, only to have his musket ball ricochet off Ramsay’s armor. When MacDonald managed to shoot, it struck true and wounded Hugo’s gut. But Hugo was not done fighting.

A group of Hugo’s men rushed forward to help him and try to tend to his wound, but this ignited a fury in Ramsay so hot, that he slaughtered half of the men present. The others were not so lucky. On the small island where Ramsay was raised, the people are famous for the act they call the Bountiful Harvest.

The men were stripped, bound, and castrated, with their eyes plucked out. The severed parts were rammed down their throats with the help of Ramsay’s pistol. The men did not survive. Hugo, on the other hand, had managed to flee, watching from the woods as his men were brutalized. Ramsay didn’t even seem fazed by his own acts of brutality and torture against these men whose only crime was the attempt to assist a fallen comrade.




Infamous among Gothic Peasants


"Sir Tul'uk the Marauder": A desert dweller in the countryside of Gotha is bound to stand out like a thumb freshly smashed by the blacksmith’s hammer. Tul’uk is one such man. A Shariqyn most loyal to Lord Korma Araga, he has attempted several times to save the Prince of Burden from his political prisonership.

The impediment to his success lies in his own inability to be subtle, stealthy, or in any way discreet. His rescue attempts often end in violence, when he is inevitably caught and questioned about his business in Gotha. Tul’uk has been known to slaughter his way out of taverns and inns because of his ineptitude.

He has never successfully rescued Lord Araga, but has left a river of bodies in his wake, mostly peasants and helpless bystanders.  Whereas an ordinary man would resolve a conflict with words, Tul’uk uses his blades. Where another man would injure or subdue those in his way, Tul’uk maims and murders. The true tragedy, is that he doesn’t even seem to intentionally be slaughtering people by the dozens - he is either cursed to clumsily murder indiscriminately, or he is driven and controlled by darker powers - like a puppet.

Infamy: Capacian Merchants


"Bird of Prey": On a dry, windy night in the expanses of the Shariqyn desert, there sat a small caravan. It was tasteful, with intricate wood carvings and gilding on the walls of the wagons. It had the typical trappings of a band of Cappaccian merchants, on a foreign expedition for exotic Shariqyn goods.

This was the third night of their journey, and they were reveling in a good day’s work. Wine was flowing and several of the merchants had begun to play instruments. This merriment distracted them from what was lurking beyond the light of their fires.

Tul’uk, the famed commander of Lord Korma Araga’s forces, swept over them like a flood. They thought they were being attacked by a score of men, but it was only the one. His cruel blades flashed in the firelight without warning and without honor. Without questions or hesitation or compassion. The merchants were hacked to pieces, their fine clothes ruined, their instruments crushed beneath their own corpses. In the span of half an hour, all of the members of the caravan were dead.

And this was not the first time. Tul’uk found the merchants to be trespassing on the Sultan’s lands, as they were not Shariqyn, and did not bother to concern himself with details for why they might be there. The man sees in black and white only. His sharp eyes only picking out who he does not feel belongs, and swooping upon them without mercy. To this day, Capacians merchants who seek to do business in the south are weary, often hiring Shariqyn guides, and praying that they never meet the man who killed so many their brethren.




Infamous among Njord Peasants


There is one mage that the peasants of the North are happy to be rid of. Ulrick, known as Stonesgift to some, the Cataclysm to many.  He was a strange boy who was said to have tortured small animals such as dogs and rabbits, rather than play with the other boys. He is an earth mage of great strength, but he often seems incapable of controlling the wild forces of magic which flow through him. Where he goes, the earth trembles and shakes as if in fear or anger. He is said to have made a dark pact with some hidden force in order to gain the power he has today. And this power will eventually harm all who come near him.

When he was only a boy the earth did more than shake. As he was traveling near the mountains that bordered his hometown, the ground bucked like a horse under his command, waves careening out from around him and breaking on the cliffs above, pulling them down upon the people below with a crash that barely covered the shrieks of the crushed and dying. There were two survivors that said they saw him laughing as they ran away, laughing until his gut ached and he heaved onto the ground below him. The avalanche finally stopped.

Even now, sometimes the ground shivers uncontrollably around him, like a monster just barely held in check, signaling his more powerful emotions, and offering a prelude to the doom that is to come to the innocents around him.




Infamous among Gothic scum


Along the outskirts of a Gothic village, screams can be heard during the night. Terrible, anguished cries of pain. This is the site upon which Ulvgard was said to have slaughtered a young boy for sport, hacking him to death with an ax. As the blade bit into the boy’s flesh, Ulvgard was heedless to the blood that spattered on his face, and in fact, seemed to take pleasure in the horror and fear that the boy’s family displayed as they were forced to watch the murder of their innocent family member. He seemed to almost revel in it. He had told the boy he needed to practice his skills so that he did not become rusty, and gave the youth until the count of five to run away. Ulvgard started charging after him at 3. This is only one example of how Ulvgard, the Harvester, views the downtrodden of the cities. He cuts down the poor, just as one would cut down stalks of wheat, and with as little regard.   


Infamy: Rogalian Nobility

“The Butcher”. Ulvgard is said to have violently butchered the Rogalian noble house of Vincrest. It was an upstanding noble house, beloved by the community, and respected throughout the country. Tasked with bringing the head of the house to trial for a crime he admitted that he committed, Ulvgard took matters into his own hands, rather than have the head of house brought to trial. He slaughtered indiscriminately, women and children falling under his ax just as the men of the house did. He is said to have been calmly explaining, as he murdered every noble and servant in that house, that sins and crimes do not end with one man - that they spread amongst friends and between generations, and that in order to cleanse the crime, all who are contaminated must be eliminated. Cold comfort to the infants broken to bits while their mothers screamed.




Infamous among Njordic Peasants


Viktor discovered within him a cruel streak in the midst of his duties.  He found increasingly his willingness to carry out his orders to defend the house would take a more punitive bent as he allowed his anger at anyone who would defy his house and the Fafnirs to affect his judgement.  He was ordered to bring a Njordr village under control and was given carte blanche to pacify the situation.  However, the defiance of the Njordrs incensed him, and instead of finding a solution, he used the house guard to literally wall them in until they starved - the infants, the children, the elderly, everyone.  Those who tried to flee where caught and crucified on a hill over looking the town, made to watch their people dying while they suffered.  He became infamous for these tactics, known as the Knight of Sorrow to those who wished to be politic or Viktor the Crucifier to those who didn’t.




Infamous among Hestrali

Ydenn was a highly sought after mistress that has slept with a number of men and women of numerous classes for pleasure and mostly for profit. Anyone who has heard the name knows that it is synonymous with the highest degree of sexual debauchery, unchained lust, beguiling decadence and temptation of the hottest of flesh. Using her influence, Ydenn has helped orchestrate assassination attempts on political figures and the release and evacuation of public enemies. She has avoided incarceration despite the increasing number of crimes against her due to a lack of sufficient evidence. Some say Ydenn was so well connected that she may even have erased the evidence against her. Ydenn's brothel in Hestralia was also a notorious salon where revolutionaries, thieves and underground politicians meet frequently. Ydenn has tried to worm her way into noble households and find a suitor. Persons who are usually in line to inherit or about to die. She has had little to no success. All her ambitions are fueled by her desire for ultimate wealth and power. Those who venture into the house of Greed and Gluttony are sure to find the Madam of the house is no one other than Ydenn.




Infamous among Hestrali Merchants


Zara Tailor, despite her name, is a good for nothing layabout. Her work is shoddy, garish, and far overpriced for the quality. She once sold a very expensive set of garments to a Hestrali noble who was humiliated when, an hour into a feast, his trousers ripped at every seam when he finally sat down to dine.

She has been known to blackmail other merchants into giving her discounts on expensive and exotic fabric. Or, if her extortion does not work, she uses the cheapest materials she can find in order to squeeze the most profit from her ventures. Used sheets, handkerchiefs, cast off clothing, and other such things are known to be used in her wares.

Zara will dodge work at every opportunity. She rides on the coattails of her mother, Elisa, a gifted seamstress and artisan in her day. Now, all that’s left of her legacy is her daughter’s piss poor work.




Infamous among  Hestrali Gutters


Zenzo Andur is a strange young man. Always skulking around the docks of Aquila with his Shariqyn father. He was never a boy to talk to anyone. When he does speak, his voice is raspy and muffled, sounding thick in his throat, as if the words are desperate to get out, or rusty with disuse.

There is good reason that no one spends too much time with Zenzo. Some did try to befriend him, once upon a time. A Hestrali girl, a boy visiting from Capaccionne, a pair of twins that lived down the street. But tragedy befell each of them. After spending time with Zenzo down at the docks, they would always turn up dead, their bodies floating in the bay, water seeping below their skin.  

They say that the half-breed boy is cursed, and anyone who gets close to him is destined to end up in the cold, black waters of the bay. But others claim to know the truth of it - Zenzo has a delusion that any friend he makes, he will lose. So, he kills them as soon as the bond of friendship is made, so that it can never fade, and they can never betray him.  In death, his friends are perfect.  Give a wide right of way to that one, and don’t let his mystery draw you in, lest you also end up with your throat slit in muddy waters.


While absent from Stragosa, the legacy of these famous and infamous souls lives on.

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 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 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 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.  




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.









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 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 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.






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.







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 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 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 Sharaqyn


Sha’ra is a complicated place for those of the Benalian faith. It offers a challenge, an opportunity for bountiful conversion. Anyone from the Throne who is pious enough would view a journey to Sha’ra as a boon.

Evelyn Drake, a likely brainwashed Fire Mage and Drake child, went on such a quest to the southern lands,a chance to forcefully convert, and prove herself. During her travels with the Order of the Dragon, Evelyn ventured deep into Sha'ra to help convert the heathens with her ward, Clara, with whom she developed an unhealthy attachment.

Theirs was a secret relationship, for it was shameful and lurid, and unequal in its power. After all, the Drakes were a prominent family, and Clara was from humble means. Evelyn and Clara eventually came to settle in a large city, where a small, militant group of Shariqyn took issue with Lady Drake’s proselytizing. They were desperate for a way to get the disrespectful and militant  Order of the Dragon out of their lands,and seized upon the opportunity to make the dangerous fire mage leave by taking her ward.  Evelyn refused to submit to their demands, and finally Clara had to be put to death, else the mission would have been for nothing in this standoff.

Evelyn Drake snapped at the news. After ten days of strange sequestration, she left her rooms, and sat in the market square, around the maximum number of innocent Shariqyn people. There, she uttered a spell designed only for death and gruesome destruction. The city around her was ravaged by huge, blistering gouts of flame. Nothing was spared.

When the flames died down, Evelyn was obviously left with her mind unhinged and left in ruins. She was sent back to her family in disgrace, forever tarnished with the ashes of Shara.


Infamy: Rogalian Knights


Evelyn Drake’s name back in her home country is now muttered with disdain and spat onto the ground. Everyone in knows what she has done, the crimes against humanity she committed in Shar’a, what her magic did, and why she shouldn’t be trusted with it.

After her obliteration of a Shariqyn city, she was sent off with what most would consider to be a slap on the wrist, a small price to pay for what she did. Many believe that the Order of the Dragon let her go with so little punishment because of her family name. Her noble blood won her freedom from paying for her crimes the way she should have. It is a classic example of Rogalian nepotism excusing insanity, excess,and weakness. She is not fit to serve in any regiment, let alone be given any kind of responsibility. She is a loose cannon, and will reign ruination and anacrusis down on those in her vicinity.





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.




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.  




Infamous among Capaccione Knights


The Idiot Priest. That’s what they call  Harland behind closed doors. A clumsy, indelicate man if there ever was one. A country bumpkin turned Mithrihim, he is what led to the downfall of the Order of the Dragon. His actions led to a massacre of innocents because of his naivety.

Harland said he was upholding his covenant, keeping those Shariqyn miscreants alive. Said he wanted to convert them to the ways of God and Benalus and keep harm from befalling them. He assured the Order of the Dragon that they need not expend resources, and if they left a few guards there with him, all would be well. The Shariqyn butchered those knights while he was distracted, probably with wine, and slipped off into the night. They carved out the Dragons’ guts, left them smeared on their banners, all while Harland was nowhere to be found. Not until days later, when he appeared wandering the nearby lands, distraught and denying that the fault was his. He could not even take ownership of his own cowardice, poor judgment, and irresponsibility that resulted in the deaths of dozens of innocent people.

Any upstanding knight of Capaccione would do well not to trust him.




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 Dunnick Gutters


Once a renowned boxer, Maxwell Hothell was a rebellious boy, wanting to flee the somewhat oppressive nature of his parents’ strict religious nature. The fighting came easy because of his stature, and the money even easier when he fell into his stride.

Rope boxing was his style of choice, intricate knots woven over his knuckles in rigid points. He would fight among the Dunns in his hometown, the poor foreigners with nothing to lose. He was good at what he did. Too good. First it started as little things, dismisable things. The broken cheekbones of opponents, blotchy bruises up another boy’s ribs. Then things began to turn ugly.

Maxwell’s wins began to stack, as did the bodies. His strength grew and skulls were crushed, limbs broken in half, delicate innards punctured and ruptured. He began to target the lowest of the low, Dunns he knew would not be missed. It seemed to entertain him, and became a grisly hobby known throughout the people he targeted. Some even said he kept trophies; a knuckle bone, a bottle of blood, an ear.  His butchery was calculated and cold, as his winning score rose and his guilt faded.




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?





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.







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.





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 Peasants 


Stories whip around the quiet girl from the north like a dark cloak.  The daughter of an accursed union, Thorn was damned by her mother’s dying breath as she perished giving birth to the child of the man who had kidnapped her.

Abandoned by her father’s family after a series of terrible occurrences all seeming to center on her, she was dropped on her grandfather’s doorstep for him to deal with.  Their pious humility only kept them safe for so long, because soon Thorn’s curse fell upon them again.  Her grandfather suffered a fatal and unexpected malady of the chest, and his renowned smithy fell into disrepute as Rime clans approached from the north.

But, this time, the Rime clans got farther than they ever had before- and it was rumored that they were led by a man who was determined to destroy the Stormcrow’s curse once and for all.  Her unassuming village was raided and destroyed, her grandfather’s smithy in ruins, and her fiance was nearly killed in a freak fire in her home.

But the Stormcrow was nowhere to be found, for she had already flown south- flames tugging at the hem of her cloak, waiting to tarnish, burn and destroy others who would someday associate themselves with her and her tempestuous curse.




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.




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.

Vallis the Black had final justice delivered at the hands of Dame Edith Adelyn.




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.