Maliken

Once the greatest defender of mankind and lord over the entire Legion, Maliken walked too close to the darkness and was claimed by it. Now he is nothing more than a slave among the damned -- but his incredible might has only grown in his downfall. Wielding a damned sword fed by his own damned soul, Maliken is the bane of the very heroes he once led into battle.

Blitz

Among the Beast Tribes of Newerth a Great Race is held in the savannahs each year. The winner joins their Queen in the battle against the Hellbourne. Many types of warriors compete, some rely on strength, some stealth, and others use speed and cunning. The Grand Champion is the vulpinoid master of velocity - Blitz! Now the Hellbourne daemons must hide to survive, for they certainly cannot run!

Lord Salforis

Lord Salforis, Baron of Blackwal, commands necromantic powers that distinguish him from typical Hellbourne fodder. A potent sorcerer and general alike, his mere presence on the battlefield is enough to induce visions of fear in his foes, rotting them from the inside and draining their souls. Rumor has it that falling to his lance will doom one's soul.

Gravekeeper

On the battlefields of Newerth, rich in the tainted blood of man, beast, and demon, an ancient evil grows. Consuming the flesh from the fallen he claws his way to the surface, his once dead eyes alive again with hunger and eager to consume the dead. Especially those created by his own undead hands...

Shadowblade

Only whispered of by those who dare to speak its name aloud. A blade forged by the daemons themselves in the pits of the abyss and tempered in the still-beating hearts of their enemies. Its tainted magic ensured that no one slain by the blade will ever find refuge in the light of Sol or the branches of the Tree of Life. Instead they will find themselves forever bound within its cold metal prison and giving shape to its infernal form. It is the Shadowblade, drinker of souls.

Gemini

While fire and ice are typically conflicting elements which negate each other, they are harnessed as one in Gemini. A powerful elemental creature bathed in frost and ember, Gemini confuses foes as contradiction incarnate. Few know - and yet fewer understand - Gemini's origins, but it has been rumored that he is actually a fusion of two separate entities.

Silhouette

An orphaned child, Silhouette trained in the Hidden Village of the Scout, working hard towards her goal to become the greatest assassin in Newerth. Unlike her fellow scouts, she was loud, boisterous, and most of all, simply not stealthy. Yet what she lacked in subtlety was made up for with heart, attitude, and the ability to conjure a perfect mirror image of herself. Believe it!

Dragonis

The ancient guardian arose, stirred from his centuries of slumber by the cries of help from its creator – the Worldtree. He slowly shook the treasure loose from his scales and took flight – The Demons would soon find that even they could burn in the flames of Draconis, the Great Wyrm.

Kinesis

The Prophet teaches that energy flows through all things, we must only harness it for ourselves. The mages invoke incantations, the priests call upon gods wicked and just, but for the truly powerful, the power is harnessed from within. These are the Disciples of the Way and among them there is one known for his mastery over all Kinesis. Let the Hellbourne beware the power of his mind.

Drunken Master

For the Drunken Master, there exists only a single cardinal rule: that booze shall flow, freely and indefinitely. At first apathetic to the Hellbourne threat, the Drunken Master lept to action when a wise sage explained to him that should the Hellbourne overrrun Newerth, there would be no more booze. Armed with expert combat techniques and fueled by questionable substances, the Drunken Master embodies that which is unpredictable and unyielding.

 

Nomad

The battle-hardened hunter of a hundred clashes first appeared on a dusky eve, a lone messenger and executioner to the Legion from vast desert wastes. Rumored to serve no one, and not unlike the very Sand Wraith he hunts, the Nomad's stern and offsetting demeanor has yet to gain him the trust of Legion soldiers. Nonetheless, his eagle-like reflexes and the swiftness with which he swings his gargantuan blade have made believers of heathens yet.

Corrupted Disciple

Having traded Sol's sacred flame for the potent and unholy energy of the Hellbourne, the Corrupted Disciple is now little more than a battery of black magic. He unleashes this fell sorcery in many forms, some to his benefit but all to the agony of those around him.

 

Sand Wraith

Legends long said that when the sirocco howls off the Great Waste, it is screaming of a Sand Wraith. In the past years, the legend has been borne out, as this ancient evil has glided through Newerth, leaving curses, confusion, and despair in his dusty wake.

Monkey King

Borne of bestial nobility and blessed with the gift of immortality from the fruit of the Sefir Tree, the Monkey King once wrought a burning trail of havoc that stretched from the mortal plane to the heavens before he was imprisoned for his actions. In an act of repentance, he earned his freedom by accepting the tutelage of Ophelia, who seared onto his forehead a golden seal to control his primal urges. Bound to his new mistress, the Monkey King begins his great journey with renewed strength and zeal.

Magebane

A keeper of lost lore and a priest to forgotten gods, Magebane invokes unholy rituals to drain the energy of his enemies and turn it back against them. In less desperate times, heretics such as Magebane would have been burned at the stake, but this is not the first unexpected clemency brought about by the war against the Hellbourne.

Forsaken Archer

Once a woodland huntress who captured the hearts of countless men, the Forsaken Archer was taken against her will and slain by a spurned suitor. As she lay dying she forged a terrible pact with the daemons who discovered her broken body. Now, rather than hearts it is souls she captures, wielding them as weapons. Atop the skeletal remains of a beast she once hunted, the forsaken archer rains terror upon any who stand in her path.

Fayde

A shadow cast the evil in the hearts of Man and Beast alike. Fayde lurks in the dark places of Newerth. While her scythe-like claws are terrible enough, it is her ability to call forth new shadows of herself--or her foes--that is most awful of all.

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