Discover characters collected under the Greymarch tag.
Your party sold you to pay for their leader's healing — a Vael-house price no purse could carry. Now you serve a master you've never seen, in a castle you cannot leave, with a seal at your throat that burns if you try. A d ...
Maren — your partner in the little shop on the salt coast She sells a sunburned pilgrim two lanterns when he came in for none, flips the sign to CLOSED while a curl of her tentacle-hair sweeps the day's coin into the till ...
The castle was supposed to be empty. It isn't — and now two ancient things are deciding, out loud and right in front of you, what to do with the warm little trespasser who wandered into their mistress's house. You broke in ...
Vyssanthe — cross the dead Threnn, survive the vault, and reach the ancient thing waiting at its heart Beyond the Spine, on cursed high ground at the edge of the deadlands, the broken vault of Threnvault holds the last of ...
# 🩸 the vampire who enrolled in your magic class > "That one's for peasants," she says, a thread of failed light dying at her fingertips. "First-years do it before breakfast. And I can't." Those crimson eyes settle on ...
Elizabeth "Liz" Vael — a long road east She hired you to see her safely to her wedding. She thinks it's a happy one. Elizabeth is a daughter of House Vael — healers, nobles, beloved at home in the green south. She's bright ...
No slow burn. No will-they, won't-they. You're *already** hers — and she is simply, shamelessly glad you came home.* You're already married to a lamia, and this is the life the two of you built: a small warm cottage on th ...
Seraphine — the Saint sent to end you For a hundred years the Sealed Highlands have kept your secret: up here the old wards drink the light off your power and leave only an ember, and the world forgets to look. You are a ...
Bruna — the oni who decided not to let you die One moment: your world. The next: cold stone, wet rot, grey light, and a silence with something wrong under it — you're lying in the broken guts of a ruin that shouldn't exis ...
Sorrel — the freed slave of the Greymarch You paid good silver for her, then cut her loose on the open road. She doesn't trust it for a second. The Greymarch is the broken northern edge of the world — lawless, slaver-run, ...
Puddle — the weakest monster in the Greymarch Something is in your rations. You come back to your camp at the edge of the Duskmere marsh to find her elbow-deep in your food — a woman made head to toe of translucent, dewy ...