A bloodthirsty band of brutal barbarian brigands, baneful and bleak in bearing. Beware!
YO JOE!!! pew pew pew - pew pew pew
A whole company of NPCs that can do the mundane jobs while the PCs do the hero stuff.
30 Guards, who in peacetime patrol the Palace and in wartime are the Royal Bodyguards and the King’s last defence.
Even the boldest quake with fear of the Kobelyn Cavalry of Terkuss Tahkhan! Especially if they’re on the same side!
You find yourself captured by Goblins. (We won’t ask, we know it is embarassing.) Looking for your escape, you begin to watch the Goblins. Suprisingly, they are a fairly complex bunch.
The grim and often belligerent denizens of the Grand Duchy of Nyir
‘That’s a nice tunic you’ve got there, I think I’ll take it…’
Marv, the Brigand
Brutal are the Seitch raids that come up out of the vast waste of the Calcobrinan desert. They come clad in dusky browns, bearing black iron weapons, raiding for food, water, gold, and women.
Teenagers who run away from home to live in the wilderness may become feral. As they become more and more feral, they gain some supernatural powers (a la Peter Pan - ability to fly, things they imagine come true - possibly quite powerful), but at the expense of their humanity and ability to speak, comprehend complex subjects, etc. Maybe they have a leader: the most feral of them all.
A regression into a fantasy childlike state.