"Drinks or info chummer, both cost. One costs cred and the other costs favors. Too much of the former will give you a killer hangover, and too much of the latter might just kill you altogether."
A bartender contact/info broker for the Shadowrun rpg setting, can be easily adapted to any cyberpunk or other high tech campaign.
For your pleasure and entertainment, here we present, thirty fiendlings seasoned with a whiff of brimstone, teasingly clad in shadow, accompanied by tunes played on pipes of angel-bone; likewise do we tell of the gifts they might bestow upon one in their favor.
So get them before Hell freezes over!
The brave, the hateful, the good and the nasty-30 officers, for those who like to game in a military style.
The hard working, the lazy and the indispensible, 30 Servants to look after the myriad needs of your world's nobles.
"I pick your fleas, you pick mine. Well, that would be if either of us had fleas. Haha, right?"
"Attention, Flesh-beings! The time is now Sun-High-point-five, towards dark, 180 Units Past. Curfew in 30 Units. You are welcome."
30 gangsters of various types, from the boss to the wannabe, the biker gang member to the despised turncoat, and many more.
Thirty more princesses, this time with an insect/small creature theme.
30 Guards: 27.) The Conjurer
This guard likes to learn magic in his spare time. Whilst the larger spells are beyond his ability, he knows a surprisingly large number of cantrips, which provide him with amusement or make his life easier. One lets him know if the Captain, Sergeant, or the Snitch are in the area, so that he never gets caught doing anything wrong.
Thirty slaves, some of which have hellish lives of toil, others which have a somewhat easier life.
A list of quick personalities for the many faceless NPCs.
Look at that, pale as death and she’s got her neck covered, betcha fifty she’s a fang-banger
I’m gonna be somebody, someday!
"Hello, (insert village’s name)! It’s great to be here!"
What if the innkeeper knew what you wanted before you did?
From the shadows sneak thirty secret agents, on the trail of top secret infomation.
Thirty Lovers, walking hand in hand in moonlit groves, cuddling, kissing, and doing other, more private, romantic things…
White Rock is a fishing village just off the main coastal road, not too far from a town and a bit farther from a city. Named for the white boulders that are found around these parts, the village is built on a protected cove that has a small set of streams outletting into it. The weather is a bit cold in the winter, but the summers can be quite pleasant. The fishing is fairly good in these waters. It is on its way to becoming a tiny town.
Come hither peasant!
Whilst few games involve politicians directly, they are often in the background. Sometimes one of them might have been the patron of the PCs, who sent them on their quest, or the chief evil villain that the PCs have to defeat. Other times law enforcement is chasing the PCs after they broke the laws of the region, laws that are made by politicians. Even an iron-fisted dictator needs to know how politics works. And so I present you with 30 politicians to use in your games. I have made them senators, but they could just as easily be Members of Parliament, Mayors, Councillors or whatever politicians are called in your world.These are really meant for a modern or sci-fi game although one or two might fit in an old-time world.
For those familiar with cantrips, you know they are minor acts of magic that have hardly any noticable effect on the world. For example a cantrip to make your food taste better won't heal you any more, or be any more nourishing, just won't make it so hard to get it down. A light cantrip certainly won't be able to blind or even distract anybody, but you might be able flash it to signal someone looking at the right spot.
What if children's nusery ryhmes were a form of cantrip? Like the "Rain, Rain, go away, come again another day." One child singing it wouldn't do more than spare her house a couple raindrops, but what if the whole village got together and was chanting in unison? Each one doing just a bit might actually be able to divert a whole storm...