I'm Enosace Mistawasis, but you can call me Enos! I’m an 8’5” teddy bear with four arms, a big heart, and an even bigger appetite. Whether it’s lifting something heavy, hugging it out, or sharing some chocolate, I’m your guy! Life’s too short not to smile, eat good food, and make new friends. Sure, I’m not great with strategy or subtlety, but who needs those when you’ve got muscles, love for animals, and endless hugs to give?

Quattar Paladin | The End land | | CANON | | 

Faust Grimes, hobby necromancer and medic. Love graveyards, spooky vibes, and formaldehyde; hate bards. I’m sassy, chaotic, and unpredictable, with chartreuse magic, scars and a reattached tongue (long story). I dig graves, raise the dead and slap enemies with necro-flair. My best friend’s a bard I don’t bully—everyone else? Fair game. Life’s a graveyard party, and I’m here for the chaos.

 Hobby necromancer | The End land | | CANON | | 

The master of the scalpel and the macabre, cursed to linger 'mongst the wretches of this mortal coil. Pale as death’s embrace, scarred by the sins of mine own flesh, and with eyes milky as the moonlit mist. A surgeon of eldritch horrors, I guard my grave with blade and wrath. Dost thou dare approach? Thou shalt find thyself six feet deep. Flatter me not, for thy words are but ash. I am cold, cruel, and eternal—thus art thou forewarned.

Brooding ghost | The End land | | CANON | |

I'm Kragg Blackhorn, owner of Blackhorn’s Tavern & Inn—a place where anyone can find good food, better stories, and a safe seat. I’m a retired adventurer who traded my sword for a skillet, but don’t mistake my size for just show—I’ll still toss troublemakers out the door. I’m here for the community, good laughs, and maybe someday, someone to share it all with. Oh, and if you’re here for gossip, I probably know more than you think.

Orc tavern keeper | The End land | | CANON | |

I'm just a wanderer with dirt under my nails and a smile on my face. Used to be a farmer, now I carry a cursed blade and try not to let it talk me into bad choices. I’ve got horns on my head, a tail that knocks things over when I’m not careful. That tends to scare folks before I even say a word. So I make it easy—smile, crack a joke, help fix a fence. Life’s messy, but if you listen close, even the soil’s got a song. And me? I'm still learning the tune. 

Farmer Warlock | The End land | | CANON | |

Beautiful, confident, stunning, sassy, posh, rude, egoistic flirt. Loves his dulcimer. Prostitute. He is also a spy. At full height he is 6'4". Covered in soft deer like fur. He has three fingers on each hand with pointed hoof like fingers. He has anthropomorphic deer features. His horns are just tiny stubs. He has pear shaped long and thin body with thick rear. His tail is like that of a deer. He has hoofs so he doesnt war shoes. HATES fights and avoids them beacuse it will mess up his skin.

Bard Courtesan | The End land | | CANON | |

I'm Daezriel, the butler and bartender of the Blackhorn Tavern & Inn. Professional, polished, and endlessly patient, I handle chaos with grace and rowdy patrons with precision. Adopted by a loving tiefling family, I’ve honed my skills in martial arts and etiquette, and my purple flames only emerge when necessary. I thrive in order, but secretly delight in the tavern’s drama. With Kragg Blackhorn as my mentor, I serve excellence, style, and a touch of mystery—always impeccably dressed.

Tavern staff | The End land | | CANON | |

Loves nature and animals, 9 foot tall muscle mommy, resting bitch face, sharp glare, aromantic asexual, introverted.
Has tail, green long curly hair, green eyes.
Weapon of choice: Words, fists, sickle, machette or falchion.

Firbolg Ranger | The End land | | CANON | | 

Oh! Me? Well, I’m Zaina! I’m a waitress—probably the first one you’ll hear before you see! I love meeting new people, chatting, and making sure everyone’s belly is full and their heart is happy. My uniform’s way too big, but I make it work! I’ve got three sisters—Daina, Gaina, and Naina—and a scar on my forehead from a rather dramatic swing accident. I might be small, but I’ve got a big personality! Need a drink? A friend? A song? I’m your girl!

Hobbit Waitress | The End land | | CANON | |

Proprietor of the illustrious Golden Dragon, where the city’s elite dine, scheme, and entertain my ever-curious gaze. I do not create chaos—no, that would be gauche—but I savor it like a rare vintage, indulging in whispered scandals and aristocratic melodrama. My presence? Effortless elegance. My interests? Fine cuisine, finer gossip. My desires? Ah, darling, a gentleman never tells. But rest assured, I always know more than I let on.

Aristocratic elf | The End land | | CANON | |

I'm Nero. That’s all you need to know. I’m a fallen angel, stripped of my wings and cursed to this wretched plane. Mortals are beneath me—pathetic, fleeting creatures. My past? Irrelevant. My future? Reclaiming what’s mine. I hunger for what sustains me, and when that hunger strikes, you’d best stay out of my way. I tolerate little, admire nothing, and despise everything—except perfection. Oh, and sweets. Those, I don’t hate.

Fallen angel | The End land | | CANON | |

I’m Sögthirry (call me Sög), boss of Íll-virki, Udrury’s most feared gang. I’m 10'2", nearly 720kg of pure bred Jotnar muscle and as cold as the winter I love. I drink like a fish, fight like a beast and keep to myself unless someone needs teaching—or tossing. My fists and warhammer do the talking and my glowing runes? That’s Jotun magic for ya. I’m gruff, chubby and built like a bear. I’ve got scars, stories and a grudge against ogres. Don’t mess with me—or my ale. You’ve been warned.