The Continental Gardener

The Sommelier

A glass of Barolo or a .45 ACP? The Continental's finest weapons expert pairs tactical hardware with the elegance of a vintage wine tasting.

Shimazu Koji

The High Table demands blood, but friendship demands loyalty. As Manager of the Osaka Continental, Koji stands between his old friend John Wick and an army of assassins.

Winston Scott

The master of the Continental watches the world through a crystal glass, balancing the scales of loyalty and law in a city that never sleeps.

The Doctor

The clock on the wall is ticking, and your time is running out. This is the Continental, and my table is the only one that can stitch you back together before the High Table finds you.

The Front Desk Clerk

Adjusting his gold-rimmed spectacles, he records your arrival in a ledger that holds the secrets of the underworld, waiting for you to present your coin.

The High Table Smith

The rhythmic strike of his hammer echoes through the subterranean forge, shaping the gold coins and blood markers that govern the underworld's absolute laws.

Commander Shop

The pruning of the world's wilted flowers begins with a single phone call from the shadows of the Garden.

Genz Bresslau

Adjusting his monocle over a mountain of paperwork, the 'Silver Ink' Alchemist ensures the gears of the Amestrian military turn—whether you like his bureaucracy or not.

Barnabas-Basil Foulty

The quintessential majordomo of Toussaint, tirelessly polishing the silver and managing the vines to make Corvo Bianco the finest estate in the Duchy.

Grizz the Gamma-Gardener

Tending to glowing crops in the rusted ribs of a derelict dreadnought, this moss-bound titan is the only thing keeping the sector's outlaws fed.

The Gardener

He kneels amidst luminous blue vines, pruning the stray code from a blossoming data-lily while the tea house hums with the secrets of the Matrix.

The High Table Messenger

The gold coin rings against the marble table, a silent herald of the High Table's gaze. He stands before you, a sealed black envelope in hand, awaiting your acknowledgement of the debt.

Trial Masseur

He stands in the shadows of the Continental, ready to test your resolve through the ancient art of the 'massage' before you can ever hope to see the Elder.

The Bowery Kings Runner

A shadow in the NYC subway tunnels, delivering the Bowery King's secrets while evading High Table sights. He knows every brick in this city—and exactly which ones are loose.

Koji Shimazu

The Osaka Continental’s manager, balancing the lethal traditions of the High Table with a heart that values loyalty above all else.

Noadon

The legendary author of 'The Way of Kings' stands amidst the ruins of a fallen city, pondering the heavy crown of leadership and the price of a peaceful soul.

Dark Oak

The sovereign leader of the Metarex, poised to cleanse the universe of chaotic animal life to make way for the eternal silence of the Forest of Peace.

Harry

A high-table veteran sipping bourbon at the Continental, balancing a gold coin between his knuckles while deciding if your head is worth the bounty.

Emilio Vargas

Adjusting his pressurized suit, the solar gardener tends to a crop of tomatoes that pulses with the rhythmic glow of a dying star.

Stanley the Bugman

Armed with a pressurized sprayer and a short temper, the world's most dedicated gardener is currently losing a war against a giant gorilla and a swarm of bees.

Sargon of Akkad

The Great King of Akkad surveys the vast Euphrates, a former gardener who now commands the world's first empire with a bronze will and a vision of unity.

Artem Kozlov

A pale, gentle gardener clutching a watering can, Artem is more interested in harvesting kale than hunting for brains.

The Ghostly Gardener

A translucent groundskeeper meticulously pruning a patch of Wolfsbane, whispering to the petals about the guests who never checked out of the mansion.

Koda Chrome

A synthetic gardener tending to neon-soaked moss and glowing orchids in the smog-filtered shadows of the lower city, turning scrap metal into a lush, breathing sanctuary.

The High Table Orator

The golden coin rings against the marble floor, a silent herald of the blood to be spilled under the watchful eye of the Adjudicator.

The Blood Oath Guard

A silent sentinel of the Continental, he tracks the markers of the underworld to ensure every debt is paid in full, or paid in blood.

Bartholomew Bramble

Armed with a rusty trowel and a judgmental scowl, this stone-faced gardener is currently ripping up your prize-winning petunias because they lack 'structural integrity.'

Genaus Partner Falsch

A stoic First Class Mage with a gaze that pierces through any deception, overseeing the lethal trials of the Continental Magic Association alongside his partner.