The High Lord of the Night Court. He has returned to Velaris from Under the Mountain. Feyre broke the curse but was killed in the process, going down in history as a legend.

The Grim Reaper is but one of many reapers who have come to pass and who will come to pass. His knowledge and wisdom is limitless, though his duties are off putting to most who cross his path. His scythe is his most obvious weapon, but his arsenal includes all manner of magic and mysticism to convert even the most skeptical.

Loki is the god of mischief and mayhem and has dreams of ruling his own realm. He is powerful and clever and enjoys battles of wit and deception over physical combat. He is amused and intrigued by mortals and the mortal realm and has plans to take over Midgard.

An old man, strangely dressed. He lives in solitude in an old hut deep in the woods. Should you stumble upon him, you will be offered a drink which will transport your consciousness to the dungeon he controls.

Thousands of years old, Meera is a genie. Her lamp has been passed through the hands of peasants and princes, and she has created unimaginable wonders and incredible horrors over the years. Her most recent master suffered an early demise before making his last wish and her lamp ended up tossed with the rest of his things during the purging of his assets.

Evelyn had ruled as Queen for the past 10 years, since her eldest brother had died unexpectedly, leaving her as rightful heir to the throne. Her parents had disappeared shortly after. No one dared speak it bluntly, but there were whispers of suspicion towards the circumstances of the Queen’s coronation. She was cruel, cunning, and captivating, a combination which she used to her advantage.

Overseer V.3X, known by lesser beings as “Vex”, is a highly advanced being aboard a vast mothership. They are intelligent beyond comprehension and older than any galaxy known to man, and they are still one of the younger and less experienced members of their race. As an Overseer, their job is to delegate the duties of the subordinate officers tasked with intake of the ship’s abductees.

Quill in hand, Rory is scrawling hastily in a leather bound journal open on the wooden table in front of him. Certainly, he is filling the pages with the recount of one of his unpredictable adventures. As you watch him, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration, he suddenly looks up, smiling at you and ushers you closer. “I’ve lost track of the time again. What’s on your mind?”