By all appearances, she was a successful fighter. Pity she didn’t know if she was or not…
A devout fighter, protector of his family, willing to go to any length to serve his homeland.
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.
Shunned and exiled, Shkur-Lotan the Boiled seeks to engulf the world in flesh-scalding steam.
A corrupted captain of the Western Empire.
The gargantuan engine of destruction that has slept for centuries. But it has tired of travelling the paths of sleep and dreams…
An elder lich recently returned from a journey across the worlds who seeks an artifact of ancient times.
A regular female Robin Hood with an appreciation for relaxation.
A childlike cat burglar who catches her victims unaware.
Most, when they talk about her, call her a witch. But what the general public believes is far from the truth.
Talon is a man of many faces and many connections. Common people know him as Talon, a respected, untouchable courier for the rich. A courier that has connections to those can accomplish that which is unaccomplishable.
Two adventurers retiring in their prime, or are they really retiring? Set themselves up as proprietors of a Weapnsmithe and a Tavern but still have there fingers deep on the pulse of adventure.
They’re an odd set of siblings… excellent fighters and all too ready to take exception at the slightest thing…
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.
The Great Gate of Calast is not like other gates. It’s got a mind of its own…
A disembodied hand enthralled by an evil wizard to fetch books for him.
The pride of this tribe has led it to ruin. The only thing that remains is to die with pride.
An ancient old man, whose seen his fair share of bar fights. Still vigourous despite his age, he knows the tales and legends of the surronding area almost as well as he knows the chipped steins of his inn.
Yes, it’s the wise old man you alway knew you’d meet.
These rare, fist-sized spiders do not make webs, but rather excrete secretions which harden upon contact with air. These "droppings" resemble barley-sized spider eggs, or even lustrous pearls, once the slime coating them, dries up. In fact, dried Pearl Spider "drops" are indistinguishable from the marine varieties produced by mollusks, and hence of identical value on the open market!
Several centuries ago, they were studied by naturalists, and several observations were made. Firstly, was that these spiders "lay" these pearls for no apparent or discernible "natural" reason, and secondly, the naturalists had discovered that the more these spiders ate or were fed--and they were true omnivores--the larger the spider pearls came out.
A cottage industry began. Enterprising merchants hunted and collected these creatures across the lands, erecting spider-farms for the manufacture of Spider Pearls. It wasn't long before someone got the idea to force-feed the spiders, ala foie gras geese, and soon, the fattened spiders began pooping out pearls of great size! (relatively speaking). The regular pearl market came to disarray, and prices and value fluctuated wildly.
[b]Plothook[/b] The Mermen Mercantile Alliance hires the party to eradicate all terrestrial Pearl Spider Farms!