This man has a double life. By day he protects the wildlife from poachers. By night he sometimes poaches himself and smuggles the skins, horns, ect, out of the Park in the back of his Ranger Jeep and blames the deaths on poachers. After all,who would suspect a Ranger of poaching?
"Oh, yes, I know of him. That half-mad disciple of the Storm, you’d never think he was dangerous to look at him - until he pulls out those twin blades of his and screams in his high voice ‘Blood for the Storm God!’ - you wouldn’t think a pixie could make your blood go cold like that."
-Anatos One-Eye, speaking of Raziel of the Crimson Storm
"One for you," He mumbled, pouring some rum onto his boots, "And a few gulps for me, and we’re off."
He took a large gulp from the bottle, put his boots on, and was out the door in a flash.
12. Deacon Rogue from [30 Brigands]
No one knows this former Holy Man’s name as he forsook the church and the cloth for some reason. Most suspect heresy, and the Deacon’s combat skills with the warhammer and glaive persuade them not to ask too closely. A guarded and quiet man filled with unholy rage.
8.) The Revolutionary
This guard is a secret revolutionary. He has a deep hatred for members of the aristocracy, and has made getting this job his lifes work, with the sole intention of assassinating members of the royal family when he gets the chance. So far he has been unsuccessful, first because he needed to gain their trust and then because he has never had the chance-other guards have always been in the right place at the right time. He did once use poison, but the result was not fatal for the target, who put it down to badly cooked food and sacked two of the royal cooks. In battle, he would try and kill as high-ranking a noble as he could: And if he could get away with it, a noble on his own side.
6) Hatchet: He is an ugly man who specializes in axes. He has carries a number of hatchets.
30 of the Horde, Moonhunter
13. Princess of Lovebirds
This princess is determined to arrange love matches for all around her. Her schemes cause endless chaos for the servants and courtiers, as she attempts to manipulate them into one romantic situation after another.
21. Mermaid’s Husband
This pirate has some sort of odd trinket he claims came from his mermaid wife. It is likely a ring of shell or some other trinket or bauble. Oddly, this pirate is able to stay underwater far longer than he should. The trinket gives him the ability to breath underwater so long as he is true to his aquatic wife.
Shababa sat sadly in a corner, tears falling from her yellow eyes and dripping from her tusks. "All I want to do is be a dancing girl, it’s not my fault that the Gods made me an Orc. Why is eveyone so narrow minded?"
A dark wizard who is marginally kind after being cruel and wicked.
A highly talented chef, this young man takes great pride in his job.
"To truly be wise, one must learn from all life."
(A sage and wise man for any oriental fantasy or modern day campaign)
We need to gather the cam-droppers and bulldog gears off of number six, yes the wrecked number six. Then, with those pieces and the short drive off of number three we can put number four back into action.
Abelard von Richter
‘‘You want to know why we have that big old granite statute of a catfish? Why son, that’s old Kugamu. Everytime folks around here be wanting to get a good catch from the lake, we grab some maggots, pig shit and old beef gone bad. Then we mash it up all together and toss it into the lake for him to eat. He’s partial to that, is old Kugamu. Bless his heart, he’s never let us down even once’‘.
30 entertainers to make even the miserable forget their troubles and be happy again, if only for a short time before their sorrows close in again.
Get to it, you mealy boned maggots! That stone isn’t going to cut itself!
"What was i supposed to do it was just lying their!"
"Go see Marcus Blackeye. He knows what to do."
The "inside man" for a group of brigands.
It’s amazing what a huge amount of strain can do to somebody, what it can cause them to become.
A large vertical cave has a constant, strong wind blowing out of it from the bowels of the earth. If one was to jump into the currents they would have a controlled ascent on the winds till they reached a height where their weight and the winds force reached equilibrium. Impossible to climb down naturally. What is it? Natural winds from the earth or a complex magical protection for an underground lair?