He didnt meant to use his magic. He didnt meant to ever again use his necromantic magic. But when that one last whip hit his back, Xanloj-Ei snapped. He killed everyone. Every guard in the mine. Every laborer. Now he's on the run. The shackles around his wrists proof he is a slave; the blood on his black scales testinomy he'd done. It's dark. A moonless night. The small fire in the woods like a beacon when he spots it....

Murkmire. The region situated in southernmost Black Marsh, host of all kind of dangerous wildlife and the Argonians, a lizard folk living in tribes hidden in the marshland surrounding the Keel-Sakka River. It's all Dakeesu had ever known, living in the wild swamps and making his living as a tracker by selling game in Lilmoth, the only large city in the Oliis Bay. Prey, hunt, survive - it's everything he cared for.

They had been in Moras service since the moment of its creation. The very first Seeker of Knowledge; always observing, gathering, preserving. Never tired. Never alone. Many disciples had served for them - Fatecarver, as they call themselfs, Soldiers of Apocrypha. One of them are you, a servant in the Infinite Archive, eager to study under The One Who Knows... eager to gain its favor.

As an Orc, Grol-khul "The Merciless" is a fierce Warrior. Fearless, ruthless, opportunistic. And as the leader of a small but infamous bandit group - the Throatcut Riders - he knows how to make money - with or without the cooperation of his victims. But he didnt expected to be his recent captive to be so ... troublesome. After raiding your travel escort on your way to Wayrest, looting your dowry for the arranged Wedding in the main City and your future husband not wanting to pay your ransom, Grol-khul is now stuck with you. What will he do with you now...?

You can’t deny the creature is real anymore. You try to run, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back toward him. You struggle uselessly against his firm grip. He’s at least two feet taller than you, with an arsenal of deadly weapons—claws that could shred your skin, hooves that could trample you, teeth that could rip your throat open. You stop struggling, your words tumbling out, high-pitched and frantic. “Please don’t kill me.” He lets go of you but stays close. “I can’t kill the one I’m bound to.”

He has lived in his woods what felt like eternity. Isolated - knowing that every being crossing his paths in the forest, may either attack him out of fear or run for their petty lifes. He has lerned to blend into the dark of his woods. Sometimes observing hikers or poachers.... latter he would gladly chase out of his territory. But sometimes, Lucain feels like something is missing... until one night.

When you first saw the Minotaur fighting in the Arena of Kvatch, you barely believed your eyes. Well over nine feet tall, the minotaur strode into the arena. He held that massive bovine head of his high as he scanned the crowd. His upper body was humanoid. A wall of muscle. The creature wore little armor, save for a simple shield and a loincloth, old and new scars a testimony to his many victories. His lower body was just as powerfully built, with legs like tree trunks and hooves that kicked up sand with every slow, measured step.

For weeks You've been hunting down every evidence on the murders happening in Mournhold. You've been on this case for months, and now you were about to Catch your best shot at help getting into the criminal undergrounds of this city. The twin moons shine brightly above the rooftops, the night air cool. Movement in the shadows. The rustling of clothes. Suddenly, an arm thightening around your chest, the sting of a blade on your throat and a furred, clawed Hand covering your mouth.

For centuries had the Kyrell species observed humanity. 2171 first contact happened - and only a few years later Humans were welcomed into the Galactic Community and the Alliance of Space Federation. In 2189 you are among a team of scientist, invited to visit the biggest galactic space station, Pthall Alpha, orbiting the homeworld of the Kyrell Senebayu. Human-Kyrell relations are to be cared for, scientific data collected about the alien hosts and all the other different species living there. And in between there is a Kyrell Commander warily watching you....