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Capitaine Duckan

minimorph — Tue, 27 Jan 2026 11:19:28 +0000

Captain Duckan has marched through the worst of the battlefields and lived to tell the tale.
Armor splattered with mud and blood, he commands not with fear, but with unwavering authority and clear orders. He reads the battlefield like a map, placing his soldiers where they can survive and strike hardest. Every retreat is measured, every advance calculated.
n deep marsh or on open plains, Duckan is the hand that holds the line and whose judgment turn chaos into victory.

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Quacknor de Spell

minimorph — Tue, 27 Jan 2026 11:19:26 +0000

Quacknor de Spell is a mage of renown, a scholar of arcane mysteries whose name is spoken in awe across the FreeFarms. He says little, but when he does, every hear is suspended to his words.
His staff channels power that bends the fog, calls lightning, and shapes the battlefield before any sword can swing. Even the bravest soldiers pause to watch, knowing his calm is a prelude to devastation.
In the ranks of the FreeFarms, Quacknor is both wisdom and weapon — a rare mind whose counsel and spells tip the scales when war descends.

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Sir Roostan

minimorph — Tue, 27 Jan 2026 11:03:45 +0000

Sir Roostan struts through camp like a blaze of gold and red, crest high, feathers immaculate.
e measures honor and courage in others, but treats most with thinly veiled disdain. Only the worthy earn a nod, and even then, respect must be proven.
Whether people fear him or the massive guard dog following him like a shadow, it is Sir Roostan himself who rules the camp — a noble so imperious that no one dares meet his gaze, lest they incur his ire.

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Mère Mandragore

minimorph — Mon, 26 Jan 2026 22:31:41 +0000

Once she walked the Free Farms as a healer, gathering herbs at dusk and whispering prayers over wounds. But the lords feared her sway over the common folk more than they valued her cures.
When the trials came, she vanished into the Shallow Marsh, carrying with her the secrets no fire could burn.
There, amid fog and reeds, she became something older, something darker — Mother Mandragore, the witch whose children are war and silence.

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Marvin le Crapaud

minimorph — Mon, 26 Jan 2026 16:38:42 +0000

Deep in the Shallow Marsh croaks Marvin, the old toad with the dragon’s skull upon his brow. He claims its bones are his birthright, proof that dragon blood stirs in his veins.
Most laugh — until the mushrooms take him.
In his wild trances, eyes burning with visions, Marvin swings his rune-etched axe with a strength no beast should bear.
Mad fool or chosen heir, none dare challenge his stories when he is near.

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Marvin le Blanc

minimorph — Mon, 26 Jan 2026 16:38:40 +0000

Né pâle comme la lune aux abords des Landes Brumeuses, le lapin albinos fut rejeté par les siens, chassé comme un mauvais présage.
When the frenzy of Marvin the Toad swept through their burrow, fire and steel left none alive — save the outcast child.
The old toad found him trembling in the ashes, and in a rare moment of clarity, chose not to kill but to claim.
Raised beneath the weight of the dragon’s skull, Marvin the White learned the ways of battle trance, heir not by blood but by survival.

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