"Which one? Oh, him. He be Pancratius. Yeah, he's a bit moody, but he's all right when you get to know him. Ya see, back in the day, and by that I mean his day, before you an' I were born, he was a big shot. The gods loved him, and one day, he asked for a gift that turned out to be a curse. Once he figured out the horrible side o' his gift, he sought out an oracle, to figure out how to get rid of it. Ol' Pancratius ne'er did tell me what the oracle said. The gift? Didn't I tell ye? No? It be immortality."
-Old Gerald, man in the pub.
A new story is frequently being whispered in the dark corners of taverns across the country, telling of a traveler that occasionally appears in quiet, rural towns; that draws with him a plague worse than any other: a dragon's wrath.
“Behold me the greatest traveler in history, eccentric, irregular, rapid, unaccountable, curious and, without vanity; majestic as a comet.” -John Ledyard
In theory, he could settle down. But because he’s such a nice guy, he won’t.
A pirate prince’s son with a secret he still hasn’t figured out…
His day in the power center of the realm is long over. He now helps the down trodden and forgotten peasants the ruling class seem to overlook.
30 People in a Tavern Crowd (21 Run Away): Bethany, the runaway bride…
A list of quick personalities for the many faceless NPCs.
Despite his great power, this mage desperately wishes that he was just average, so people would stop trying to plant axes in his back.
She sat down and chatted with the young man until the leeches began to just fall off her legs - satiated with blood. The young man, enthralled and disgusted by what he just saw, thanked her and went on his way.
Even the Thoron may thirst for knowledge, and Embraced-A-Star has chosen the most direct route it can find to new discoveries. It chooses to go where no other creature can.
"Why’s she want the rings? Heh, ye ain’t the first ta ask. Well, why’s the wind blow? Why’s the shark bite? Trust me, lad, you don’ want ta question her nature, jus’ as ye wouldn’ question mother nature. I say she’s lookin fer somethin’ - gods save me when she finds it."
- Ben "The Biter" Yardrin, sailor
Just another Salvorathan captain, one of the surprisingly few, but entrenpenurial folks.
If you see a dirigible flying in the air, yell out "Issrie, Harel, Moore, Jesai, Anmae! as it might be the Sky Willow.
Every winter, a humble tinker man wanders through the villages, giving toys to the children…
â??Iâ??m not telling that story againâ? the bard protested, leaning on the hearth of the inn with his arms crossed in defiance â??everyone has heard it over and overâ?¦why not something else?â?Â
Vagrants, vagabonds, gaberlunzies, gypsies, thieves, beggars and more, presenting a list of 30 of the downtrodden and desperate.
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The elven empire has a custom of “errantry,” where you go out when still young to seek adventures, do good in the world, and blow off steam. This is a large gang of teenagers from a few adjoining manors who took it pretty seriously and all ran off. If you need eager youngsters for whatever purposes, these’ll do! (And since we know what obsesses teens most, I’ve put in who-fancies-whom!)