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Home and Hearth

"The Gods turned their backs on me once. Never again shall I get involved in their affairs, as long as they stay out of mine." 

- Somin of the Darkclaw Tribe

With white fur smattered with black streaks, covering musclebound yet heavily scarred arms,  Somin stands at 6 foot 5 inches; medium height for a Leonin, tall for a human. Years of fighting as champion of his people has moulded Somin's body into an efficient machine, however those years of service have taken a toll.

The fur that was once bright and brilliant, is now greyed from years fighting, surviving and then serving.  

His mane is long and unkempt, from the hundreds of years of being under the spell of the nymph Versi. 

He wears a leather-overlaid chain mail, adorned with dark purple tags representing the Darkclaw clan. Somin prefers to keep his arms and hands barren, so he can "feel" the battle. 


"I have seen centuries of strife, I have seen centuries of peace. I used to think that nothing surprised me anymore, that I had seen everything Thylea had to offer. But after meeting you, I was so delighted to say that I was wrong."

    -Cordelia, Daughter of Versi I, The Timeless One.

Eyes as unfathomable as the depths that share their colour, beautiful long golden hair that cascades down to her ankles like a waterfall. Skin as pale as the marble cliffs of the seas. Cordelia is a beauty amongst beauties. 

Dressed in a simple yet tasteful dress of white and carries with her a staff constructed of limestone and stylized with symbols of Fate. 

Cordelia walks with supernatural grace and utilizes both her beauty and charisma to seduce potential heroes to her collection and to further her agenda. 

"COME ONE COME ALL, LISTEN WHILE I REGALE YOU WITH ENDLESS EPIC TALES OF MIGHTY MEN AND MYTHS"

-Felix the Fantastic


Felix's silver fur runs from his hooves to his waist, there it is met by his belt of many pouches and the hard leather vest that he wears.

The silver of his fur is matched by the gleaming rapier blade bound to his hip and the silver lyre he carries to serenade all who come to hear his many tales.

Medium length black beard and long black hair runs around the twisted horns that crown his head. 

Felix always tries to look presentable and ready for a show, sporting jewelry, ear piercings and scarification patters run along parts of his torso and arms until met with his forearm fur. 

Born to a distant land, well north of Thylea. Raxus was born to a clan of minotaur warriors. For many years they roamed, that was until the dragon arrived. One night while Raxus was out training, he returns to a dragon attack on his encampment, frozen in fear feeling powerless he watched his entire clan and family burn in a blaze of crimson flames.
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"I will become the warrior fit to take on any god or titan  that stands  in my path of  righteousness" 

Ajax Son of Pythor Ajax Son of Pythor, The demigod 

well rounded body, bound by muscle and a faint glowing complexion standing at a height of 6feet 1inch. A conflicted young man who is troubled by his past training in the hidden temple of the gods day and night in combat and magic in this strong hope to find his lost relative.


After years of training and pledging my service to the temple of the gods here lies a young Strapping man suited in chainmail with a gold shield in hand patrolling the streets of Estoria observing the outskirts of town with his fellow brethren.

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