A Band of Brothers, traveling from place to place. Singing songs and righting wrongs. All the while, trying not to set fire to themselves.

A huddle of hunters, awake and aware. The horror and fear of the dark city await, as soon as this show is over.

Winterhaven Wanderers, on the edge of the map. A quiet, peaceful place - except for the overdramatic badguys.

I have all the characteristics of a human being: flesh, blood, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust.