Kentril Dumon - Light brown hair. Slim body. Sunburnt. Six feet tall. He led a group of 15 mercenaries.
Gorst - Dark black hair. Scraggy mop of hair. Bronzed giant. Shirtlesss fighter. Second to Captain Kentril Dumon.
Oskal
Benjin
Hargo
Quov Tsin - slight, wrinkled figure with the long gray beard measuring five-foot tall. Slanted, silver-gray eyes and aquiline nose. He carries a staff in his right hand.
XXXX: alabaster skin devoid of even the slightest imperfection, long chestnut-red hair, and deep emerald green eyes.
Gregus Mazi - the only sorcerer to survive Ureh. He was Lord Juris Khan's second, part of the elite circle of mages and priests that cast the great spell that opened the way to Heaven. Gregus Mazi's faith faltered at that last moment and was the only one left behind.
Gregus Mazi abandoned Ureh. As he looked back, he saw a red light engulf Ureh, and a second ethereal twin city could be seen floating above into the heaven. Gregus Mazi was found by necromancers of Rathma and stayed with them until his mind healed. He departed later, and traveled the world in search of things he needed. Although he was part of the spellwork that made Ureh ascend to Heaven, he did not know everything involved in the spellwork.
Twelve years later, Gregus Mazi returned to Ureh leaving behind his wake various memories and investigations. Hundred of years later, Quov Tsin collected various books and scrolls written by Gregus Mazi to search Ureh's location and based on his calculations recreated the spell to open the way to Heaven..
Humbart Wessel: A Westmarch veteran fighter, he was the mercenary captain who journeyed with Gregus Masi to Ureh. Humbart wrote a scroll telling about his travel with Gregus Mazi. Centuries later, Quov Tsin found Humbart's scroll during his research and collection of everything about Gregus Mazi and his magical investigations.
Humbart died, but Zayl the Necromancer used his powers on Humbart's skull and became Zayl's personal companion and magical off-hand tool. Zayl keeps Humbart's talking skull inside his belt pouch.
Humbart's Scroll: On the seventh day, near dusk,the passage began,Master Mazi again approached the edge of the ruins. Says I to him, that this quest’s seen no good end and we should go, but he says he’s certain this time. The shadow will touch at just the right angle. It has to.
Master Mazi promised much gold to us and another offer none there’d take, however worthy any might think themselves. Fly up to Heaven . . . older now, I still wouldn’t have taken it.
The shadow came like he said, Nymyr’s hand reaching out for old Ureh. We watched, certain as before that we’d been on a fool’s quest. Aah, what fools we were to believe that!
I recall the shadow. I recall the shimmering. How the ruins suddenly looked alive again. How the lights glowed inside! Swear I still will that I heard the voices of folk, but couldn’t see any!
“I’m coming . . .” Those were Master Mazi’s last words, but not to us, though. I remember them still, and I remember how we thought we saw the glitter of the gold that he’d told us about again and again—but not one man would enter. Not one man would follow. Master Mazi went it alone.
We camped there, hearing the voices, hearing some of them call to us, it seemed. None of us
would go, though. Tomorrow, Isays to the others, tomorrow when Master Mazi comes out and shows all’s well, we’ll go in and get our fill. One night, it won’t matter.
And in the morning, all we saw were ruins. No lights. No voices.
No Master Mazi.
Lord Hyram, I writ this down like I agreed and it goes to the Zakarum—
Zayl the Necromancer: Pale of skin. Almond-shaped gray eyes. Zayl observed Quov Tsin, Captain Kentril Dumon and his band of mercenaries from his watch tower approach the city of Ureh.
Captain Kentril Dumon and his group of mercenaries traveled through the jungles of Kehjistan. Moving toward where screams could be heard, they found Hargo within the maw of a huge serpentine creature with tentacles. After a long attempt to pull the tentacle beast to shore with ropes and nets around its horns, one of the two archers stroke its eye, and the creature reeled in pain back to the waters. Captain Dumon shot one of the archer's bows and stroke Hargo in the chest with an arrow. Better to die a quick death than to be tormented as the creature feasted on him. Three of their men had died in this journey. One of them to the poisons of giant spiders.
