A huge thank you to everyone who participated in the Iron Kingdoms Character Creation contest! We loved seeing the creativity of so many adventurers among the Iron Kingdoms community.

Based on the combined likes of each participants’ entries, five finalist’s character have qualified for a final round where your vote will help determine the next character to join the pantheon of Iron Kingdoms personalities. Final ‘tag lines’ have been added to their collected entries for your review. Cast your vote for the character you are most inspired and entertained by! You have until July 28th to cast your vote.

We’ll announce the winner on July 29th and we’ll share the the character illustration by Matt Wilson later in August as well as a plan for when you’ll be able to see this character in an upcoming Iron Kingdoms publication.

Finalists

Ciaulia MacLochlan

“What do you mean that it’s unfixable? Every jack can be fixed, you just need to understand their soul!”

by Vermes Szalai Gábor

Part 1

Have you ever wanted to meet a young girl who defeated a Cryxian Invasion while singing a traditional Ordic battle song in order to rally the sailors under the banner of the newly formed mercenary company; Clockwork Candy? Now you can! Introducing Giaulia Galione khhmm..I mean Giaulia MacLochlan She is not the wisest, but every hero’s story starts small and her story has just begun.

Part 2

When Giaulia, a member of a prestigious Thordoran family from Ord, a young beauty, taking her looks after her most hated grandmother was forced into a marriage with an old Khadoran nobleman, when she finally had enough and fled to become a mechanik aboard a patrol ship, changing her name to McLochlan. This was the place where she could finally become herself as a 13 year old naval hand.

Part 3

Together with her friends, 16 y. old Giaulia defended New Ingraine from the Cryxian invaders and created the mercenary guild: Clockwork Candy. Soon they have discovered Fort Balton’s secret: slaves working under the army corrupted by the OGC. Giaulia even managed to negotiate a fragile alliance with the local Circle Orboros omnipotent. Their objective was to save the civilians from the work camp.

Izak Krei

“The gods’ job is to plan. Man’s job is to bleed.”

by Joshua Aaron Smith

Part 1

Chaos brings strange gifts. For Izak Krei, an ambitious prodigy among the assassins of the kayazy, the chaos of the Infernals’ war brought the assassination of his patron by rival kayaz and forced him to hide in a Morrowan monastery. The chaos of this new life brought both insight and doubt. Five years later, the chaos of the Orgoth’s return brought Krei new chances for redemption…or revenge.

Part 2

Izak Krei is not a small man, although his bulk is mainly muscle after years of assassin’s training and hard work in the monastery. His face – most of his body, in fact – is covered in scars earned during his former life. Izak grew out his hair and beard while in hiding. He has kept the long hair, but has recently shaved since setting out. He wears a long scarf if he needs to obscure his face. His garb is common for a Khadoran peasant: simple hat, tunic, and pants, covered with a long coat. The primary difference is that his coat sleeves hide two spring-loaded sheathes for his long knives. A thick tome of Morrowan scripture and prayers hangs from a bandolier around his neck – a tome that Izak still studies and struggles to fully understand.

Part 3

The best in-game character moment for Izak was when he was waiting in a bar full of toughs for a contact to show up. He had to take his scarf down to eat and drink, and one of the locals recognized him from the old days. The thug sidled up and made a few quiet threats before Izak decided things had progressed far enough.

Initiative was rolled, and unsurprisingly Izak went first. He used the fork already in his hand as an improvised weapon and jammed it right into the thug’s trachea. Good roll, plus sneak attack with the Silencer ability meant a dead thug who didn’t make any noise apart from a raspy gurgle.

Still, killing a guy in the middle of a bar wasn’t great for trying to stay under the radar. Izak immediately followed up with a Sleight of Hand check to try and sneakily position the thug’s body to lean against the counter. Passive perception of the other thugs was 11. Izak rolled low and totaled…12. Phew.
Izak finished his drink next to his new, very still friend and tried his best to look nonchalant. His contact showed up and the two of them made a hasty exit. The body fell over as they left.

Katya Volgem

“Everybody and nobody”

by Frank P. Sutton

Part 1

Katya Volgem is an Umbrean operative who worked for different factions during the occupation of Llael. Her loyalty to Umbrey puts her at risk of running afoul of political interests both in and outside of Khador that have sought to prey on the volozk since the death of its Great Prince. Katya continues her patriotic work under the guise of hunting the Infernal menace within Khador’s borders.

Part 2

Katya can wear many disguises, and some say she can change her own face. When herself she is a tall Umbrean woman with an aquiline nose and her black hair in a tight bun. She often wears black riding boots, loose, wool trousers, a belt with decorative buckle, a red bodice, a cropped jacket, goggles, fingerless gloves and a neck scarf. She carries a rapier and hand cannon when she needs to go loud.

Part 3

Engaged by the local Prikaz to investigate members of the Ebon Coil operating in Laedry, Katya disguised herself as an adjunct with forged documentation. After gathering the evidence needed and reporting to her superior, she was ordered to kill a Koldun Lord. Her infiltration was successful. As she stabbed him with a poisoned blade and he lay dying, he asked who she was. She said “I am nobody.”

Balderich Stonebjorn

“As long as I stand my Kin shall never fall”

by Drake Scott

Part 1

Balderich Stonebjorn grew up in the human nation of Khador looking up to his best friend and idol a Troll Bouncer. Sadly the pair where separated during an attack on his village the last sight of his friend was the troll defending the village against a warjack. That day the young pyg vowed that he would not stand by as their people where pushed around at the hands of humans and others who felt themselves better. As he grew and trained Balderich discovered there where people that would pay him to track down and bring in humans. So with his trusty combination of shield and mace began his life as a bounty hunter and at times body guard to those in need. At first, he may seem aggressive even a bit boastful but under it all is a pyg that is loyal and self-sacrificing to the end, never one to shy away from a fight.

Part 2

Balderich stands only 4ft but he makes up for in build and guts. His brown skin and green quills are blotted by green purple stone growths and several scars which he covers with his armor leathers. A heavy maul rests on his back as he favors using the combo shield and mace against most he aggressive even boastful but under it all is loyal ,self-sacrificing to the end killing as only a last resort.

Part 3

Balderich ran at the sniper running up along a log and jumps at there hiding spot manicals in hand he tackles the man with enough force the sound of his ribs breaking clearly as the pair rolled together along the ground he used them to attach the mans ankle and wrist hog tying the enemy. They come to a stop and Balderich draws his mace and rest it on the mans broken ribs ready to get information.

Tanriel Lanthorn

“Tanriel: Traveling Troubador, Trader, Privateer, and Purveyor of Peculiar Paraphernalia at your service”

by John Archer

Part 1

“Tanriel Lanthorn, Traveling Troubadour, Trader, and Purveyor of Peculiar Paraphernalia, at your service. Anything you could imagine, and everything you ne’er dared to dream can be yours, for the right price.” He dons a rakish grin as he approaches, hand outstretched. Wearing a long black coat, a tricorn hat, and tall boots, his outfit is covered in baubles. A lute hangs across his back. Despite the glitz and glam in his outfit, your eyes can’t help but find themselves drawn to his smile.

Part 2

“I’ll gladly take that off your hands, I’m sure you acquired it from a reputable source” Tanriel hands coin to the adventurers. Working as a fence is dangerous but money is the most powerful magic of all in this post-claiming world.

Part 3

Black sail raised, Tanriel sings a dirge as The Ravishing approaches its prey…
“Excellent, we were running low on goods to sell” he grins as he runs his hands over the loot…
Tanriel Lanthorn, the Thamarite Bard, adept in the art of disguise, and Captain of The Ravishing, plies his skills as a fence and privateer on his journey of ascension as the richest free man in Immoren.

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