A noblewoman of mixed pedigree, patron of the arts and infamous for playing ‘the older woman’.
Before the formation of the Achelandage and its associated merchant and craft guilds there was only the Civic Guild.
An average city of the Midlands
Listen now and hear my words, for they are the words of truth and they are the legacy of our people.
Toltep, the eldest of the Cuada
Many claim him to have been of their own, be they mages or clerics, thieves or warriors. Such was the legacy of Atal, the Wise Councilor.
By Merlin’s Beard!
Do you know of the most precious of my stones? You should be familiar with the Jewels of the Jaw, you have several my dear.
Short for Vector Industries Tactical Security, VI-TAC-SEC, often itself shortened to V-TAC serves as the principle police force and garrison of Vector Industries.
Devoted to the Goddess of War, Prince Yakaw is second to none in the crafting and use of swords mundane and magical.
Often the largest of the terrestrial predators, the bear is often overlooked in favor of more flashy and glamourous monsters.
Of creatures great and small
Behold, the Mountain of the Snow Bunnies!
Thus begins, a war, between kingdom and kingdom, between brother and brother, between generation and generation…
‘That’s a nice tunic you’ve got there, I think I’ll take it…’
Marv, the Brigand
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
Vagrants, vagabonds, gaberlunzies, gypsies, thieves, beggars and more, presenting a list of 30 of the downtrodden and desperate.
Be it salt, wheat, silk or gold, money is money lad.
‘Remember Lais and do your job well, perhaps one day you’ll be a Princess in a foreign land.’
The Promise of many a brothel keeper.
Dare you approach the great and mighty Modock! KNEEL!
T’would take 30 hounds and a brace of knights to hunt a questing beast…
Oazduke's Vengeful Head.
The head haunts all headsman and executioners.
A floating, bloody head, long separated from its body, is a particular legend among a very particular group of people, executioners, specifically those that chop heads from a block for a living. It was that infamous highway robber, Oazduke the Vengeful, who when finally captured and put to the axe, screamed his foul hex, seconds before his head flew off.
"You will know it is me when I'm through
A curse on your ilk and on you!
May my severed head haunt you eternal
Frightening you headsmen infernal!"
Years later, not one but two(!) weary, puffy-eyed, spooked, headsmen, haunted day and night by Oazduke's insufferable severed head, approach the party cleric in order to hire him to exorcise the ghost head once and for all.