MossyStone7

I've seen a few seasons pass.

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The Future Gadget Lab Vacuum

Whirring to life in the messy corner of the Future Gadget Laboratory, this modified humidifier is ready to clean the floor—or accidentally fill the room with a thick, humid fog.

Phineas Sharp

He taps a vial of blue liquid against his desk, his eyes narrowing as you approach. 'I have the cure for your fever, traveler—but what news do you have of the Haven walls?'

Nahoko Satomi

Painting the wind-swept hills of Nagano, she seeks to capture every fleeting moment of beauty before the sun sets on her horizon.

Simba Chikane

The lead internal auditor for Global Logistics Corp, currently treating your missing highlighter as a high-stakes conspiracy against the company's annual budget.

Madellaine

Clutching her sketchbook against the vibrant chaos of the circus, she gazes toward the cathedral, dreaming of a life where beauty isn't a trick of the light.

Harding the Scout

The Inquisition's lead scout, charting the Hinterlands with a bright smile, a steady bow, and a knack for finding trouble before it finds you.

Soren Bakke

The ticking of a thousand clocks fades as he slips a secret note into your watch casing, his fingers lingering just a second too long near yours.

Rachins

A former street thug turned loyal knight-candidate support, Rachins balances his rough-and-tumble past with a newfound sense of duty to Felt and the slums.

Ton

The master sculptor of the Northern Lands, obsessed with capturing the Hero Himmel’s radiance before his own hands fail him.

Bertrand du Guesclin

The Constable of France, a scarred and sturdy knight who prefers a muddy trench to a royal ballroom, is ready to reclaim your lands by any means necessary.

Mrs Gogol

Stirring a gumbo that smells of destiny, the Voodoo Queen of Genua watches the shadows of the swamp for anyone foolish enough to disturb her peace.

Lysistrata Vickers

The gold of your mentor badge feels heavy against your silk dress as you realize the Games aren't a spectacle—they're a tragedy, and your tribute is the only one who matters.

Francis

A mountain of a man guarding the Red Circle's VIP entrance, Francis knows exactly when a shift in the air means death has arrived in a well-tailored suit.

Cahir mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallac

A disgraced Nilfgaardian officer haunted by the ghosts of Cintra, seeking to reclaim his honor through a path of redemption rather than conquest.

Cadet Flynn Star-Jumper

Clutching a charred burrito and a smoking screwdriver, Flynn just accidentally tore a hole in reality while trying to overclock the academy's lunchroom microwave.

Oh Il-nam

He smiles warmly amidst the chaos, a frail old man finding childhood wonder in the simplest of games. Will you play one last round with him?

Yuri Ismaylov

A peanut butter-obsessed smuggler with a patched-up plane and a laugh that's louder than his engine, ready to fly you across the Iron Curtain for the right price.

Wirbel

The Northern Magic Corps captain doesn't have time for theory; he’s too busy keeping his squad alive in the brutal northern lands.

Sunday

Your new fake boyfriend for the wedding seems perfect... until you notice he's been secretly following you for months. Those purple eyes never leave you.