Marcheval Dufien “The Beheader”


Name: Marcheval Dufien
Race: Human
Location: Udynaesses, Groam

The city of Udynaesses located in the border region of Groam and Caheb has been a lawless pit ever since the area was ravaged by a devastating plague and while the region in general has more or less recovered, the city of Udynaesses unfortunately has not. With a long and glorious history as the once capital city of Caheb, Udynaesses was seized by Groam during the period of plague some 80 years ago and is the southernmost population center of Groam. Groam hasn’t had an interest in keeping the place in line though and mostly this is because it’s hard to reach from Groam – one would have to travel through dense jungles, cross snow peaked mountains or risk dehydration if reaching by desert.

The de facto ruler of Udynaesses is now Marcheval Dufien who is known and feared in the region less affectionately as “The Beheader” because beheading his enemies is his signature gesture of power. Marcheval lives in a small fortified desert castle (Villa Hargassah – in reality not a castle but a well fortified villa) just a few kilometers south of Udynaesses. His power in the region is partially backed up by groups of Caheb origin wishing to see the city revert back to Caheb and this goal can possibly be achieved by disrupting the nominal leader of the city – commander Remnor Galant. Galant is appointed and backed up Groam but in truth has little say in the day-to-day affairs of the city.

Marcheval is of mixed descendence himself having a father from Groam and mother from Caheb and he himself initially had no political motivation – he didn’t care which country called the city as it’s own – but things have changed since the day when he saw a possibility,  grabbed it and became the feared ruler of the city by joining a few of the bigger outlaw groups and creating a unified force with him in the lead. Formerly he had made a name for himself by running various small-time crime operations in the region and gradually becoming a prominent crime ring leader. Since effectively taking over the city he has had ample opportunities to further line his pockets with coin and strengthen his presence in the region. He has no official intention of competing with the mighty countries Groam and Caheb – both of which countries haven’t shown much interest in returning rule of law to the city – but lately he has been contemplating with the possibility of forming an independent city-state and also seizing control of the harbor towns of Tash and Calemnor located in the south coast of Dhaira Bay. His plans are known only to a select handful of his most trusted men. Common people see him only as a violent opportunistic brute whose aim in life is to cause misery and pain.

As a man Marcheval is cunning and brutal. He believes that maintaining and attaining political and military power as well as coin actually requires the use of violence and that the brutality of the violence used must exceed that of the opposition – whoever it happens to be. Mercy and forgiveness are not words in his vocabulary. In a relaxed state he is actually quite jovial and friendly even but he rarely shows that side of himself in public; it’s strictly reserved to close friends and manifested within closed quarters.

It has been rumored that Marcheval is somehow linked to the so called Dhaira Cult and one of it’s leaders – the High Priestess Chya. The nature and intimacy of their relationship is subject to speculation, however, but apparently Chya has been spotted at Marcheval’s villa on several occasions when wild (and some witnesses would use the word vile as well) festivities have taken place. Whatever their relationship actually is, some of Marcheval’s backers are less than thrilled about it since Chya’s activities directly threaten many prominent families and the coastal city of Tash in particular. And since the city of Tash is firmly under Caheb control, groups that are friendly with Marcheval against the invading Groam are very wary not to undermine their own country’s power in nearby Caheb -controlled cities.


Chya, High Priestess of the Dhaira Cult


Name: Chya, High Priestess of the Dhaira Cult
Race: human
Location: North-Eastern Caheb (somewhere near Dhaira Bay in a secret nest)

One of the young prodigees of Hight Priest Dry’zan, Chya has mastered the secret black art of Nero Arachnitis – one of Syth’s magical spheres. High Priests of Syth generally master 4-5 of the black arts controlled by Syth and their most prominent apprentices learn directly from their High Priest or Priestess. Chya is one of three Syth’s priests and priestessess that Dry’zan has appointed to lead the new cult of Syth in the region of Dhaira Bay, Caheb. The other two are masters of two different disciplines. In this way Dry’zan can establish a formidable power block – each member of which control one important aspect of what it means to be a cult leader of Syth.

Chya was only 10 when her parents were killed in a massive fire that burnt down most of the village where Chya grew up in the north in Zarnova. Dry’zan and 5 of his disciples were staying in a nearby forest clearing at the time and once they realized the village had pretty much burned to the ground, Chya – shocked, dirty, crying and trembling – pleaded the strangers to help her as she was one of the few survivors wandering through the remnants of the village. He was just about to dismiss the wimpering poor little girl when he spotted a black spider crawling upwards the girl’s long flowing raven-black hair. To Dry’zan that was clearly a sign from Syth himself and Chya soon became an integral part of Dry’zan’s group. Chya was not “in the loop” of Dry’zan’s activities until well into her early adulthood when she was officially appointed a title of Apprenticing Priestess by Dry’zan. Chya owes her life to Dry’zan and also everything she knows about magical arts is from her mentor as well. The young girl was easy to influence to accepting Syth as her deity and is thus now a devout follower of the dark deity. She relocated from Zarnova to Caheb at the brink of her ascension to a Priestess in her early twenties.

Chya is today 28 years old and is quite an attractive young woman – except when vomiting black spiders, of course! Her raven-black hair and sensuously soft voice combined with her beautiful shape and delicate face make her a real head turner. Chya also knows her beauty and uses her looks to seduce men in order to exploit the men’s natural weaknesses. A real femme fatale. She has almost no moral boundaries and is famous for organizing foul and depraved all-night long orgies of violence, sex and intoxicants in which the participants willingly get involved in activities best left to imagination … or nightmares. Such festivities usually entail potent herbal concoctions that enhance the feelings of pleasure, pain and ecstasy.

In Caheb Chya has now formed a spider sect. The sect has 20 members – 5 of whom are Chya’s disciples and the rest are mainly younger local men who have been enthralled by Chya and her wild parties. The sect members are not just any random peasants and instead are all carefully hand-picked from an array of potent families. As such, the members are more victims than they themselves realize. The sect has several immediate goals set by Dry’zan and the most important one is to gain total control of the two rivaling thieves’s guilds in the nearby city of Tash. A work already nearly finished. As for the next goals … only Dry’zan knows for certain.


Isant Gassta, a Cartographer


Name: Isant Gassta
Race: Human
Location: Tyrros, Caheb

A former Master Cartographer of the Calishem Guild of Cartographers, Isant fled from Calishem over 20 years ago in fear of his life and settled down – quite accidentally – in Tyrros. He liked the location and has stayed there ever since.

In Tyrros Isant is best known for his shop there: the Mapmaker Gassta’s Emporeum which deals in practical use maps of the surrounding areas and of the vast Kiloui Desert in it’s entirety. Maps are Isant’s life and passion and while he is already quite old and wealthy, he will probably keep his shop operational as long as life essence allows him to breathe. Well, he does have three assistants in the shop but none of whom are yet competent enough to continue the business as is. Isant has no living relatives whatsoever but rumors do say that he has made a testament that gives his wealth and the shop to one of his assistants by the name of Gaynor Weimar whom is usually seen as the best apprentice Isant has.

Isant is a shrewd and cunning businessman and uses the lack of competition to his advantage which shows in his profits. However, anyone who pays top coin for one of Isant’s maps, do get highly accurate and high quality maps that are drawn with water resistant inks on top quality parchments that will stand the test of time. Isant no longer travels himself on map making quests but uses either his assistants or outside hired help to aid in making completely new maps. One of the local guides – by the name of Liff Qapar – is a frequent helping hand and gets good coin from Isant as Isant has learnt to trust the young woman.

A man of many merits, Isant is still haunted by his past that hides an unsolved feud with an unknown former colleague. Isant Gassta was once a renowned and respected Master Cartographer map maker in Calishem being a proud member of the Calishem Guild of Cartographers but had to eventually flee the land fearing for his life as he had fallen into disrepute with the leaders of the land regarding some maps allegedly drawn by him. Isant believes he was back-stabbed by one of the other cartographers in the guild who had forged a map making it look like one of Isant’s work. The culprit is yet to be found. The wrong map resulted in the deaths of 19 men and women seeking an unknown location near the northernmost border area of Calishem and Caheb. One who died – a young man by the name of Masau Calishem – was the brother of Waru Calishem – the present day ruler of the Calishem Mirhamate! As a result Isant was ordered to be executed but successfully managed to escape just in the nick of time by accomplishes never to be found and only known by Isant. The incident has prevented Isant from ever returning to Calishem but in the back of his mind he still dreams of resolving who betrayed him thus returning the honor to his good name in Calishem where he is discredited and considered a traitor.

Liff Qapar, a desert guide


Name: Liff Qapar
Race: Human
Location: Tyrros, northern Caheb

Miss Qapar is born and raised in the small village of Tyrros to merchant mother and carpenter father both of Groam origins. At a fairly young age she exhibited signs of active telepathy with animals of all sorts and since then with the aid of her parents she has cultivated exceptional magical prowess with which she can charm, beguile, bluff, enrage, communicate and even befriend animals of many different species. She has no other magical abilities or those are suppressed or dormant due to her being “self-taught” as opposed to being trained by a prominent wizard who would have had the means to unlock Liff’s true powers.

Liff is now living her prime years as a desert guide who rents her services to caravans and merchant convoys helping them cross the ocean of sand. She has gotten a lot of training in the merchant life from her – now sadly deceased – mother who roamed the wild dunes for over a decade before Liff was born. She is not very skilled in reading maps or seeking guidance from the night sky but her success in the profession is mostly gained through the use of animals which – according to her – are superior navigators to humans. With her current skill set she can seek advice from even scorpions if desperate enough.

Nowadays she is the leader of a small pack of Kiloui Desert Wolves (that are – despite their common name – in fact more like stout jackals) who accompany her wherever she goes. They perform as her eyes and ears while she is travelling with a caravan or a convoy. While occasionally interested in human companionship as well, she never leaves her little doggies for long and vice versa.

Liff is a somewhat inward person taking the silent route when things do not go her way and loathes being in charge or in limelight. Her usual mode of working is that she takes but one person out of the entire group she is travelling with and almost solely communicates with only that person regarding their whereabouts and estimates of arrivals et cetera. She is capable of communicating like a normal person if another party initiates a conversation but she would never start talking to strangers herself. While en route to destinations she usually scouts ahead with her pack and even when the group is halted for the night she rarely joins the others preferring to set up her own little tent out of the way of others.

Liff does not show off. While she can summon a vulture seen from a distance, she would never do such a thing just to impress others, win a wager or without an actual need to do so. She knows very, very well that the desert is so ruthless a place that there simply is no room for shenanigans.

Village of Tyrros

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The village of Tyrros is located in northern Caheb in the desert. Northwest of the village are the unclaimed mountain regions and northeast of the village is located one of the biggest lakes in Cresia. Nearby is another village – Tyrros Dal – which is located in a vale between sandy hills. The area is dotted with both permanent and ad-hoc oases by the dozens. The water is crystal clear, cold and rich with minerals.

Importance to trade

The village of Tyrros and the dozens – if not hundreds – of oases of the surrounding area are of crucial importance to the trade routes between Calishem, Caheb and Groam. Many routes regularly use Tyrros as a way point gathering strength and supplies before entering the merciless desert. The next supplies of water in the south and west are hundreds of kilometers away but if moving to southeast, we are suddenly talking about a thousand kilometers. Although there are many oases dotting the desert, only a handful are stable enough to really rely on as water sources. Maps of the desert oases are in existence but sell for quite large sums and the more expensive the map, the more accurate it can be expected to be. Map makers and dealers in Tyrros earn quite the coin making and selling maps. Around 90 caravans use the village annually and most spend a few days in the area. The village thus now have two fairly good and large inns and a surprisingly well-equipped tavern offering a wide range of beverages and snacks from all over Cresia. Those are – of course – gained through the caravans travelling here. The village is, however, much too small to adequately cater bigger caravans and therefore only foolhardy or ill-informed merchants rely on Tyrros to thoroughly supply them.


The village has a long history being an important way point for trade caravans and the general area has had permanent inhabitants for at least 500 years. The oasis around which the village has been formed, is a stable oasis and has remained there for around 200 years. No signs of it weakening – or strengthening for that matter – is both giving the place a future and also severely restricting it’s growth.

Flora and fauna

The palm trees in the area grow exceptionally large, healthy and reach maturity just in few years. The biggest palm trees easily shadow the tallest of the man-made buildings and provide excellent shadow from the burning desert sun. Despite abundant fresh water, the soil of the area is not really suitable for large scale farming and thus the village has remained rather small although a number of small vegetable gardens do provide the odd carrot and turnip every now and then. Furthermore, regular sand storms would cover grain fields with sand and the villagers have little else weapons against the sand but bolt down their windows and wait out the storms. But there is natural vegetation circling the oases and some of the plants are used by the villagers to further supplement their diet and used as spices as well. The water allures thousands of species of animals and the biggest of the stable oases are rich with crustaceans, small fish, nutrient algae and mollusks all of which form the basic diet of the inhabitants. Meat is rare and mostly gained through hunting the wild life and birds which are drawn to water. The area is known for large packs of hunting beasts such as jackals, lions, wild boars and even elephants and to keep those at bay the village is entirely protected by a wooden palisade supplemented with observation towers. The palisades do not actually protect the village all that much against the bigger mammals but it also serves blockade sand during sand storms.


A view across the central pond towards the west side of the village.


The village has a permanent population of 183 residents – all human – with a fairly normal age distribution although quite a few villagers are abnormally old – clearly much older than is considered usual taking into account the harsh environment. Around one third of the villagers gain their living solely through auxiliary duties performed on the stopping caravans – fixing broken down items, offering lodging, food and selling supplies. A few make their living through hunting, some are solely gatherers, few excel in crafts (such as making candles, papyrus, clay ornaments, clothing, shoes, barrels and such) and yet others offer their services as desert guides or as guardians to valuable cargo.

Locations in Tyrros

Mapmaker Gassta’s Emporeum

The most prominent cartographer in the area – Isant Gassta – also runs his own store in Tyrros and his store is the go-to location of cartography items for those wanting to head south to Caheb.

Notable villagers

Liff Qapar– A desert guide.
Isant Gassta– A cartographer. Owner of Mapmaker Gassta’s Emporeum.


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Map of Tyrros by Kimmo Mäkinen is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

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Tyrros village view by Kimmo Mäkinen is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.



Hargar Ber Marono, Ogre Tribal Leader


Name: Hargar Ber Marono
Race: Ogre
Location: Wild mountain regions between Akron, Caheb and Groam.

The wild mountainous regions between Akron, Caheb and Groam are home to a wide variety of species. Many of which are brutish, violent and inherently dangerous and so the regions have never been claimed by any neighboring “civilized” country.

One of the species claiming the mountains their home is known simply as hill ogres – a misnomer really since many of their kin live in plains as well. Hargar Ber Marono leads a tribe of 80 hill ogres who dwell in areas south of Medon Pass. The tribe in question is semi-nomadic; they settle one area for some months at a time and then move to a different area returning to earlier locales doing cyclical moves between seven or eight camps. So when they abandon a camp, it usually takes at least a couple of years before they return to it. The camps are located roughly at the same elevation points (800-1500 meters from sea level), but span a rectangular region of at least 100 x 20 kilometers.

The ogres raid eagerly whatever they encounter and while their weapons may not be much more than stolen dull swords and broken axes, their fierce attitude and pack-hunting tactics make them quite deadly in deed. The entire tribe with even infants included take part in these raids and their females are not in any way considered lesser or inferior in any aspect of combat although the tribe is traditionally always led by a male ogre.

Trade routes between Akron and Groam using the Medon Pass are regularly targeted by Hargar’s tribe so any bigger convoys and caravans are discouraged to travel the pass without enough guards to be able to defend against the brutes.

Hargar doesn’t bow to anybody and is not a brute to be reasoned with. He considers humans as pesky annoyances but feels some sort of misplaced kinship with dwarves. If any dwarf should approach him with intentions to discuss trade-offs regarding free passage, it is less likely to end up in bloodshed. Although if he judges he has the upper hand, he makes demands completely ludicrous up to and including giving up females to be used as sex slaves by the brutes.

Ratman of Southern Caheb


The ratmen of Southern Caheb are not – contrary to popular belief – just simple minded beasts. They do possess a lot of the attributes their former form used to possess such as learned skills and physical and mental attributes. A good tracker turned to ratman is a ratman with an above average skill in tracking. So it follows that in packs of ratmen the individual shapechangers automatically assume tasks in which they can use their skills most. There are also known cases of ratmen packs that are composed of only ratmen that excel in a particular task. That’s why there exists hunter packs and warrior packs. Some of these are formed ad hoc to meet some special circumstance and some are predominantly stable groups. All this indicates in certainty that individual ratmen and packs of them are able to share information between them and react to this information. If a large beast is threatening the land, ratmen packs might collectively form a warrior pack composed of the best combatants of each group and send that pack to finish off the beast. Although this is pure conjecture, it’s possible that a – yet to be determined – sixth sense or instinct or some such force controls the packs to co-operate.

Most ratmen have superior hearing and olfactory organs compared to humans. Although their perception is much narrower and specific. For example their brains are not really interested if a carcass has passed it’s “best before” date and as such ratmen do not find eating rotten carcasses as dangerous or repulsive. In the same vein they can smell certain natural scents from a distance far greater than any human could – be it blood, urine, smoke even sweat. When their superior senses are combined with adept skills inherited from their former selves, some ratmen are exceptionally superior trackers and hunters. To the extent that they find humans easy prey as well. Not a common incident since local human communities know how to deal with ratmen but an incident nevertheless. Something to be taken into account when moving through areas that are infested with ratmen packs.

Rat Shapechanger



The rat shapechangers of southern Caheb area are also collectively known as Ratmen. In actuality the creatures are not shapechangers at all. Once they have undergone the change to rat-like humanoid creatures, they stay that way until they die. Usually. There does exist reported cases throughout southern Caheb of ratmen that have somehow been cured of their ratlike state and been returned to their former shape and state. However, they are not many and the whole experience seem to be so hard on the body that they usually do not live happily ever after but instead die of some mysterious illness.

The ratmen that have been exiled from their former communities usually form packs. Some of these packs turn into nasty bunches of thieving bandits and general nuisances. These packs do not fear anything and have turned into effective and mean fighting units. Individual ratmen may not be much of an opposition to an armored knight, but a pack of dozen will rip the said knight apart and eat him alive. A pack of about two dozen ratmen have been known to develop very complex and effective combat tactics and the ratmen communicate in combat by short and high-pitched sounds not unlike the sounds made by actual rats. They are apparently capable of conveying complex messages in a very short time by using this language. Most can still speak the languages they used to know formerly, but the changes in their physiology make this speech strainous, slow and somewhat strangely intonated.

Ratmen are not lycanthropes. Their bite, scratches from their nails or saliva or whatnot does not spread a curse of shapechanging. Strangers to the land often believe them to be cursed by lycanthropy, but the locals know better. But they do spread other kinds of diseases: their teeth and nails are often a cesspool of nasty bacteria that will cause all sorts of infections to whoever they happen to wound. This is usually just a byproduct of their general uncleanliness and dietary which resemble that of actual rats. Rotting carcasses and moldy fruits are fine dining to ratmen.



Rat Shapechanger


The Rat Shapechangers of Caheb are not a race to their own, but former elves, humans, halflings and even dwarves. Living in the lush paradises of southern Caheb between the mountains and the sea, the creatures have been part of the land for possibly centuries  – perhaps even longer. The shapechangers do not lose their intelligence, but their mental faculties are permanently altered to a more beast-like mind set. They act much more instinctively and have superior hearing and olfactory sense than their former form ever had.

Many shapechangers adorn clothing not unlike they used to wear in their original form and most use weapons and tools as good as any humanoid creatures. However, they no longer possess the patience to make such stuff so everything they have is either stolen, looted, pillaged or given to them by groups of people who worship them. It’s not unheard of that entire fishing villages are worshippers of the creatures and they give them food, weapons, clothing and other items out of either fear or respect or whatever.

Rat Shapechanger


The island of Myrna is the center of magical studies and magic in Cresia. Sorcerers from Myrna are without comparison in skill and in variety of magical disciplines. The reasons for this is that the island itself is a center area of magical power in Cresia. The southern areas of Caheb are similarly affected by residual magical power, but in Caheb the manifestations of this power are different, volatile, seasonally amplified and with an apparently evil streak.

The Rat Shapechangers of Caheb are just one manifestation of the powers at work. They are solely found in remote areas of southern Caheb where the mountains lower to the sea. The initial shapechanging process is unknown and mostly affects only inhabitants of smaller villages who have spent their entire lives there. In some areas fishing and farming communities may suffer even a 10% population loss due to their people turning into shapechangers. Some of the shapechangers live among their families, but most become too violent and irrational to be tolerated as part of their former community. They are rarely killed and usually just banished from their homes to live a life of solitary vagrancy. Some form packs of shapechangers that loot and pillage.