Do as thou Will…
Never judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes.
She left me, I couldn't deal with it. I sat there with the barrel of the gun in my mouth for a long time before I pulled the trigger.
(Graphic Warning: Not for delicate eyes)
A cold and cadavorous collection of nefarious necromancers.
Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.
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!
Many hearts have been lost to the hypnotic beauty of the Elves' immortal Queen; others have bowed to the grandeur of the Lord of the Forest. You don't think that happens by itself, do you? They send for Boldrei!
30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard’s shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.
A shaman like man appears out of nowhere and asks if any of the PCs have ever heard of him.
Thirty more nasty, notorious Necromancers to disturb the eternal rest of the Dead.
One bad moment left him permanently destitute. Down on his luck, Mark Greaves learns that necessity sometimes brings you to work you never realized you could be good at.
I have lost everything which is dear to me… I am… Lacrimosa.
Once a ‘stew-plate’ assassin, Bren Bloodblade has come up swiftly in the underworld, his talents genuinely disturbing to the powers that be…
Fullick is one of three leaders of the Black Hand Rogues Guild. He has been posing as a noble since he joined the guild and it has gone to his head. He acts the part at all times much to the amusement of other guildmembers. Nobody would mock him to his face though since he is a master swordsman trained by the best nobility could afford.
Schaak is a well built peddler that always seems to have just what is needed at the moment. He is a high powered mage that has given up adventuring and much magic for a more medial, yet rewarding existance.
Macu spends his time looking for kind and giving people who he rewards in some small way. He does this by disguising himself as a needy person, maybe an injured traveler on the road, or a beggar in a town. The first person that responds kindly to him will receive some assistance in the endeavors, they will find out about the assistance when Macu has finished helping them. If a party member is simply indifferent to Macu then Macu will give the party another chance, in a different situation, if the party is still indifferent then he will leave them alone without interfering with them anymore. If the party is cruel or evil in anyway to Macu then he will punish them is some suitable way that matches their evilness. He will even show himself to them so that they will recognize him and the fact that they were evil/cruel to him.
A less-traditional NPC, a magical creature, formerly a tree. Might function as a druid or hermit.
A mighty tree it was, giving shelter to wanderers and many birds, until one night two dragons battled on the sky, right over him. Their motives are unknown, but the loser fell to his death on the tree, and that, broken and burned with the acidic blood of one and the fiery breath of other become what it is now.
Snowflake is a white-scaled dragon that has gone slightly mad: not only does she like people (not for lunch,that is!), but she wants them to be happy and fine, even if it is not to their liking…
An environmentally-minded dwarf who opposes the mining of the Kalorsan, the exploitation of goblins in mines and the poisonous, choking fumes from the furnaces of Tr’S-Nang. He is an active member of “Green War”, the dwarfish environmentalist sect, who (though they have renounced their innate dwarfish industrialism) have yet to reach the stage of pacifistic demonstration.
Aurelius is a hermit slightly different from the others. If you think you can provoke the gods without a punishment, you should meet him.
The Lost March is a large collection of elephant rafts. The lost march never reached its destination and instead was pulled out to sea. The elephants on the raft eventually starved to death, littering the large wooden carpet with their bones and bird picked hides. While sailors with an eye for gold can salvage the tusks of the bull elephant for a hefty price, the raft is haunted by the spectral ghosts of the pod of elephants and they appear after nightfall and attack and kill anyone trespassing on their raft