Frenzy Wars

Once a simple gate guard at the walls of Highwall. When darkness swept across the land and his comrades fell one by one, he refused to abandon his post. Armed with nothing but a worn sword and an unbreakable will, he held the breach — three days and three nights. When the sun rose on the fourth morning, he still stood. Since then, they call him the Defender.

Raised in the endless forests of Mirewood, she learned archery before she could walk. Her mother was devoured by a shadow creature. Since then, the archer roams the borders between light and darkness, her faithful hound at her side. No arrow misses its mark, no enemy escapes her watchful gaze.

The last student of the Academy of Ashenspire. When the other mages succumbed to madness and opened forbidden portals, he was the only one who resisted. He sealed the gates with his own blood. Lightning, ice and fire obey his will — yet his most dangerous tool is the ability to take over his enemies' minds.

Hailing from the icy cliffs of Valthorn, he was born a warrior and feared as a beast. His clan was annihilated by an undead army — he survived only because his father hid him beneath the corpses. Three days he lay among the dead, until rage became stronger than fear. He ripped his father's axe from his cold hands and swore vengeance.

He was once a healer — the finest the kingdom had ever seen. But when his daughter died of plague, he turned to the forbidden arts. He scoured ancient catacombs and found power over death. His eyes turned black, the dead whisper in his ear. Now he walks between worlds, surrounded by skeletons that obey his will.

Centuries ago he was a celebrated knight. Then came the night he faced an ancient vampire lord. He won, but the final bite transformed him into what he hated most. Now he wanders through eternity, caught between honor code and blood hunger. He drinks only the blood of his enemies — a thin thread that separates him from the beast.

Nobody knows her true name. Raised in the underworld alleys of Ashenmere, she was trained by the Guild of Silence. When the guild accepted a contract to assassinate innocent children, she was the only one who refused. She killed the guildmaster in his own fortress, invisible and silent. Since then, she uses her lethal skills for her own purposes.

In a forgotten valley where time flows differently, an old gardener cultivated plants that never wilted. He discovered that certain seeds — fed with the dust of shattered hourglasses — grew not just upward, but through time itself. His flowers bloomed in the past and bore fruit in the future. When a temporal anomaly threatened to consume his valley, he merged with his garden. Now he is half human, half living flora — vines wind around his arms, blossoms sprout in his hair, and wherever he walks, time accelerates or slows at his will.

Deep beneath the ruins of the dwarven city Korheim, they found him — a massive automaton shrouded in cobwebs and dust, motionless for a thousand years. A young smith activated him accidentally when touching an ancient runestone. The guardian awoke with a rumble of steam and gears, without memory of his creator or purpose. Only a single command was etched into his core rune: Protect. Since then he follows those he deems worthy, a walking tower of steel and steam power.

Professor Malachar was the most brilliant alchemist of his generation. His elixirs cured diseases deemed incurable, his potions made the weak strong. But his obsession led him to a forbidden experiment: he wanted to distill the essence of sleep. The experiment went terribly wrong. The explosion tore a hole in the veil between waking and dreaming, and the nightmares poured out — straight into Malachar's mind. Now he brews no more healing potions. His vials are filled with liquid fear, distilled madness and the breath of sleeping demons.

She came from the depths of the Shadow Realm — not to conquer, but to escape. In her dimension she was an outcast, because she refused to drive innocents to madness. Instead she used her powers to beguile the worst demons of her world and turn them against each other. When the portal opened, she saw her chance and stepped through. Here she found something she never knew: allies who followed not from fear, but from free will.