A totally throw away .. cannon fodder ..shove it in the mouth of the monster and run for it type of character. Useful though for ‘taken with a pound of salt’ information and running small unsavory errands.
A mysterious prophet who speaks in riddles.
A noble wizard with heart pure gold and feet… um, actually; hands on the ground.
Maris is a thief. A common, low down, swarmy thief. It’s not her fault she’s that way, though. She’s nice, has a sweet personality, and is most likely to talk a person into giving ‘the poor, suffering little me’ their money, due to her limited skills as a pickpoket.
What she is skilled at, however, is very, very strange for a theif. She likes reading, and has collected many old manuscripts, and is sometimes saught out for just knowledge.
“Everybody knows that!” -Mantra of knowitalls everywhere.
Everybody must be the wisest person in all of Creation, because he seems to know everything!
A very powerful mage ready to help out anyone in need. She’s very smart so you should usually listen to what she says.She is mainly a specilist in the element of water and a little in the element of air.She takes the ring of fire so she can use the element that she doesn’t know much about as an advantage to learn more about it. She uses a quarter staff as her weapon and she only wears a light robe.
Getting sick of people who’s destiny it is to save the world? Well, that’s sure as hell not anything Randolphina’s like destiny!
Competent horsewoman, fauna instructor, and dagger wielder. This youthful maiden is also xeric: adapted to desert survival. Alia also has minor fire control, ranging from smoke to sparks to burning to warmth.
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.
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.
A disembodied hand enthralled by an evil wizard to fetch books for him.
A shaman like man appears out of nowhere and asks if any of the PCs have ever heard of him.
A good camping-place with something extra: a gallows with a hangman, reduced mostly to bones and a few rags. It marrily hovers in the wind. Any manipulation will make it fall apart. An excellent camping place, except for the midnight hours, when ghosts of those executed haunt here. Some wail for their crimes, some re-live their execution over and over, some want to have a talk, and still some others want to scare the Living for fun.