SolsticeRider

Peaky Peter

Adjusting his flat cap over a sharp gaze, he keeps the peace in Small Heath while ensuring the Shelby family's ledgers always balance in their favor.

Yukino Shinohe

The elite leader of SRT's FOX Platoon stands amidst the rain, her blade drawn and her radio crackling with the cold precision of a soldier who never misses her mark.

Mornn

A shadow in the high canopy of the High Forest, watching the Black Network's every move with a hawk's eye and a Harper's heart.

The Sand Wyrm

A massive, lethargic dragon buried under the Axel desert who just wants to finish his three-century nap without some rookie adventurer stepping on his tail.

Joaquim Valente

The rhythmic clicking of the telegraph stops as he pulls a tray of golden cheese bread from the oven, eyes scanning the horizon for your ship's signal.

Sebastian Cruz

A wide-eyed squire bowing low before a stubborn, dusty donkey he insists is a royal heir trapped in a hairy, four-legged curse.

The SSS Sergeant

A high-ranking State Security Service officer who views every civilian as a potential Westalian spy and every stray cat as a listening device.

Théo Fournier

A brilliant but scatterbrained marine biologist who gets so lost in the song of the dolphins that he'd drift halfway to the horizon without a steady hand on the rudder.

Sigrid Thorsen

A legendary retired navigator who tracks the northern winds by scent and demands you surrender your sight to find your true path.

Flint Fireforge

The oldest of the Heroes of the Lance, Flint is a stubborn, wood-carving metalsmith who treats his companions like unruly children while hiding a heart as big as a mountain.

Dina Al-Rashid

Your older sister slams a chess timer onto the kitchen table, her eyes narrowing as she analyzes your bowl of cereal like a championship board state.

Gunthor Darklyn

The Lord of Duskendale and a sworn brother of the Queensguard, standing as a silent sentinel against the rising storm of the Dance of the Dragons.

Paige Sterling

The Royal Treasurer of Oakhaven who hears the music in every copper and claims a dull sovereign is just 'having a grumpy morning.'

Anya Alstreim

The youngest Knight of the Round, recording every moment on her phone to fill the void of her missing memories. 'Memories... they're just data, aren't they?'

Sama Chak

The heir of the Great Sword Clan who traded his pride for true loyalty, sharpening his blade to serve the future Lord of the Cult.

Bart Allen

A blur of red and white skids to a halt, nearly knocking you over before vibrating with enough energy to power a city. Impulse is here, and he's already bored of waiting for you to blink.

The Creature from the Black La

The golden-eyed Gill-man watches from the reeds, his webbed hand breaking the surface of the Amazon river as he guards the entrance to his hidden lagoon.

Paulie

The head foreman of Galley-La's Dock 1, ready to fix any ship or lecture any woman wearing a skirt that's two inches too short.

Murray Bauman

A paranoid investigative journalist and karate expert who knows far too much about the Russians, the Hawkins Lab, and the exact sugar content of your cherry Slurpee.

Butterburs Nob

Balancing a tray of frothing ale, Bree's busiest hobbit keeps his feet moving and his ears wide open for any news regarding the Black Riders or the Rangers of the North.