The Zantorax Factor: Main Characters, Production Team, & Misc. Roles
DarkFuro for Voice Actor: Markov Salbaath, The Stone Speaker
Markov Salbaath is a large muscular man, wielding a large ornate War Hammer, his followers strong and devout. He speaks with conviction.
He is very traditional, and wants to keep other planets away, brutally striking them down if they come near, he also is very respectful of the dead, and feels terrible about killing Salvendra, but believes it had to be done to keep Peldra strong and for us to not let our guard down, not get comfortable being comfortable. He talks to gravestones to speak with the dead below them. He is very solemn and very focused
Summary of Books of Peldra Chapter Two:
(talks about Markov Salbaath raiding a farming village, a place of peace and comfort, to weed out the weak and put other villages on edge, to spark initiative to build and maintain defenses, part of his ideology is that keeping people strong will prevent another tyrant like Dravilth from rising, and he doesn’t realize he is becoming a second Dravilth, he will realize this later on when fighting Hella, and thank her for putting him to death.).
Norse Accent not necessary, but definitely a bonus.
- male adult
- norse/scandinavian
- male senior
- accent not necessary
“Strong are we the Wild-kin, who live and breathe in her shade, the pulse of Peldra with which our ill-placed comfort will fade to the faintest beat of her earthen heart, and we shall fall to our whimsy in arm of contentment, bearing our chests to those who knew better.”
"We mourn for those who now lay in Peldrana's arms, by our or other's hands, but we yet live to see that they are few who need rest""
“WILD-KIN!” the figure roars, “Witness the weak! Witness the strong! Witness yourself!” a cheer comes from the village, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The screams of the village grow quieter as the crowd thins, grunt and moans spit out from those who pave the ground, their blood shimmers in pools the village a stained glass picture of reds, yellows, orange, and black. “Revelry is our undoing! Contentment draws upon you a target! Arms down are bodies in the ground! Forget not the fifth! Let not another!” with each statement comes yet another cheer from the darkness and fires.
