A variation of Man/Moment/Machine (NPC/Plot/Item)
Guiding Star: Profiling Jacob ‘Polaris’ Richter
--by Jamie Easton, New York Times
Everyone knows his name. Everyone knows his legend. Congressman Jacob Richter has spent the past two decades trying to distance himself from the name Polaris and much of what the name represents. To many, the name is a sign of respect, and gratitude. To Jacob, it's a reminder of unreasonable expectations and a life he did not choose. But in my latest profile of prominent members of the Delta Community, I learned there is more Polaris in Jacob Richter than he’d like to admit.
Seven more pretty princesses, each with their own distinct personality.
A bunker to hold NPCs in the process of having the serial numbers filed off and their programming reset
What price pragmatism?
The wife of Halldor and rising matriarch of the Vineblud clan.
A ruthless noble woman of court and the Dragon's head of the chimera.
An old Devotee of the Way of Roarck and High Official in the Kingdom of Parna
A young Noble and Holy Warrior
A young Holy Warrior and Noble.
A lot of what adventurers do is illegal, from fighting and carrying weapons in towns, to robbery and tomb raiding. Sooner or later, many of them are going to be arrested and find themselves up before a judge.
Aging Queen Seeking Her Successor
A thin, dainty old woman with a love of both gardening and the physical suffering of others.
What kind of man orders the death of the King?
Help wanted, needs more events. No voting yet please.
Important NPCs within Machias.
Born to King John XVII, Hope did not get standard princess treatment. Yes, she was locked away in a tower, and yes, there was the standard moat of flaming lava, but unlike all the other spoiled brats, she didn't get a dragon. Hope Rexian had to make do with a demon. And this particular demon couldn't even breathe fire! Simply pathetic job done by the cosmos. Hope may have gotten the valiant-knight-who-happens-to-be-called-Prince-Charming-riding-in-and-killing-guardian-on-noble-steed treatment, but some things just won't do. You can't just mess with tradition like that!
If you were to wander the Spiked Sea today this is one of the movers and shakers you might meet.
The heir to the throne is hiding more than a few secrets...
The city of Nausopol is built on stilts. Lots of very sturdy stilts and butresses, of course, because it rises about five hundred feet from the ocean. Even the most terrific of storms is only heard in the city as a distant cacophony of blasts as waves strike the solid stonework fathoms below. It has never been attacked because of its isolation and impregnability.
It's not a place for the faint-hearted: vertigo and sea-sickness are not desirable traits. But when you are standing in the middle of the city there is no way you could tell that you were standing above an ocean, separated only by a gulf of air and a few stones.
A thousand steps lead down from Nausopol to the floating docks. These docks are pitch-coated wooden and can be raised by winches during squalls. Trade with other cities and countries is good: Nausopol is built over a sunken atoll whose minerals are still mined by divers, and it was from this that it originally derived its wealth.
But the principal method of getting to and from the city is by riding the giant sea-eagles which have been captured and bred for that very reason.