An escaped goblin who only wants to live his life to help others. Yet humans and other more advanced races push him down and chase him off.
A totally throw away .. cannon fodder ..shove it in the mouth of the monster and run for it type of character. Useful though for ‘taken with a pound of salt’ information and running small unsavory errands.
A mysterious prophet who speaks in riddles.
A noble wizard with heart pure gold and feet… um, actually; hands on the ground.
Maris is a thief. A common, low down, swarmy thief. It’s not her fault she’s that way, though. She’s nice, has a sweet personality, and is most likely to talk a person into giving ‘the poor, suffering little me’ their money, due to her limited skills as a pickpoket.
What she is skilled at, however, is very, very strange for a theif. She likes reading, and has collected many old manuscripts, and is sometimes saught out for just knowledge.
“Everybody knows that!” -Mantra of knowitalls everywhere.
Everybody must be the wisest person in all of Creation, because he seems to know everything!
A very powerful mage ready to help out anyone in need. She’s very smart so you should usually listen to what she says.She is mainly a specilist in the element of water and a little in the element of air.She takes the ring of fire so she can use the element that she doesn’t know much about as an advantage to learn more about it. She uses a quarter staff as her weapon and she only wears a light robe.
Getting sick of people who’s destiny it is to save the world? Well, that’s sure as hell not anything Randolphina’s like destiny!
Competent horsewoman, fauna instructor, and dagger wielder. This youthful maiden is also xeric: adapted to desert survival. Alia also has minor fire control, ranging from smoke to sparks to burning to warmth.
Though he is shunned as a beast to the outside world, none could deny his skill.
A knight of the dragon god zandragaal, memeber of the dragonwright.
Known throughout the land for his miracle elixir. Worshipped by the poor, envied by the rich, the miracles follow him as he travels, or so he would have everyone believe.
A disembodied hand enthralled by an evil wizard to fetch books for him.
A shaman like man appears out of nowhere and asks if any of the PCs have ever heard of him.
Among the assortment of organized criminals who live in the great city, few command greater fear the Moonbeard Order.
They of course do not call themselves that, but have earned the moniker from their fashion of dying their large beards with lye to produce a distinctive crescent shape running from earlobe to earlobe. This is meant as a taunt for their enemies, for it clearly outlines their throats.
They also wear garb similar to the northern tribesman, carefully tooled leather and showing multiple, colourful glyphs.
They are feared due to the intense discipline that their group maintains, due to their origins as a warrior-sect.
They serve as paid thugs, enforcers and assassins within the city, with the client simply ordering a service from the organization, not hiring an individual. Apart from making the request and providing payment in full in advance, the order completes the assignment themselves.
Their order has many moles through the organizations of the city, and more than a couple of nobles. As such, no organized move has been made against them since their chief activity is directed against other members of the crime world. It is said that their services have been useful for those in power as well, further protecting them from persecution.
Their religion holds that their time in this world is vanishingly brief, and largely unimportant except as training for the Great Battle.
The order is very utilitarian with weapons choice - they simply use the tool needed for the occasion, though not without having trained extensively with it beforehand. Daggers, garrottes, swords, bows, battle axes, polearms, wagons, even siege engines have been used to carry out their contracts.