Herein are listed 30 Barkeeps, Bartenders, or proprietary owners of the drinking and sleeping establishments so frequented by adventurers and their loyal henchmen.
An old, kind apothecary. She is sweet as honey and genuine too.
He’s a strange foreigner who doesn’t act like us… Suspicious.
He shuffles along in his ragged clothing, mumbling “Leave me alone”.
Gregory Merchant is an art dealer in Daggersford. He is well-versed in art, history, and art history, but rarely brings these subjects up other than in context of a sale. His sales technique is very low-pressure, and he is content to let people browse his shop. There are a few small statues available, but the shop focuses on paintings of various sizes, values, and significance. He seems perpetually distracted. Is it a ruse?
A blind mage with a liking for sound-based magics
Faster than the wind, this Red Cap Messenger flies (okay, okay, runs - but you get the idea).
Corina Archerus is a researcher and a wizard. She is also completely blind.
Need some extra muscle, Ugg might be your man - if you don’t mind having to explain EVERYTHING to him
Chae lives to serve, and ultimately die in that service, if need be. As a Bushi-Killian warrior in the service to Lord Kim, he focuses upon his given missions & tries very hard to stay part of the crowd. When on assignment, Chae is a relentless, dedicated, slayer of men.
Sharry is a typical Formourian street urchin. Her name is a corruption of her given name, Michele of Ryanhold (where she’s from). She gets by on scrounging for scraps, begging, and the occassional opportunistic theft.
She wanted a Genii as her magical slave, but when the spell went wrong, she ended up becoming one herself…
A great demon of death and destruction.
Dimble Stumpwater is this worlds last best hope for expedient library book returns
Michaela is a strong, fair minded woman. She isn’t afraid to work or to get her hands dirty. She is honest and tries hard not to judge someone on first glance.
A feral, neanderthal-like man whose become a (somewhat) king amonsgst men, sorta.
Do you know what this means? asked the healer, staring earnestly at the boy from beneath his bushy white eyebrows.
Xander shook his head, his lip trembling.
The healer’s felt a rush of sympathy for the child. he reminded him of Shalleah somehow. 13 years was such a young age to die.
“You have but three months left.” he said slowly and softly. Each word rang solitarily through the room, and though they were whispered they had more impact then anything the young boy had ever heard before.
Worldly girl from a small northern berg, who likes to get in trouble.
Prince Reza Ironfist is an interesting kid who will make an interesting hostage for ransom - but tough to keep under lock and key - Think Macaulay Culkin’s character in Home Alone but muchly toned down.
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.
The PCs are setting up camp at the end of their first day of walking through the Esh-Inel Mountains, when they hear in the distance a low rumbling, like thunder. It grows progressively louder until it echoes off the mountainous bowls around them, then dies away again. At its worst the ground starts trembling. It happens every day at this time, and it is the noise of the Great Carts on the dwarfish underways returning home after a day mining, laden with many tons of ore.