The "inside man" for a group of brigands.
From the shadows sneak thirty secret agents, on the trail of top secret infomation.
-Heroes scatter under barrage of grey energy spheres-
"You know kids, you didn’t mind when Captain Liberty took you down. He did it with honor, with respect, and followed the rules. Not you kids today. For you, it is all about The Power. Just as soon shoot you as take you in. And really young lady, would your mother approve of that costume? Not that the rest of you dress much better. What standard are you idiots setting for the young kids of today?"
"Get up. Don’t you have any pride? A novice should have been able to avoid that attack. You have a total lack of grit. Don’t lie there and moan. Get up. And that surprise maneuver you two are attempting. I have to tell you, not so much of a surprise. Now, stop standing there wide eyes and slack jawed. Do something. "
"You are heroes for Gods sake. Start acting like it."
"I wish ‘ere were some way a bloke could pick up business in dis dreary ol town…Oh wait!
"The Dark One, he looks like anybody you see on the street. But when he grins, birds fall dead off high places. When he looks at you a certain way, your humors freeze and your urine burns. The grass yellows up and dies where he spits. He’s always outside. He came out of time. He doesn’t know himself. His names are legion as are his faces. He’s afraid of us. He is always on the outside looking in; hating people who have good fellowship and good conversation and friends - things he can not have. We’re inside. He knows magic. He can call the Night Beast and live in the shadows. He’s the king of nowhere. But he’s afraid of us. He’s afraid of . . . inside." The Book of Cauldius, found in the Royal Archive 828 by Arthurus the Wise
30 Assassins, both great and pathetic. - Die, by our hands…
30 (mainly) evil kiddnappers, ready to spirit helpless damsels and other victims to their fate.
He is the master of more than just the piemakers.
Nenni-0036.2 is a slight, even tiny Oraki, who has taken for herself the mantle of the cat who walks alone.
These be the tales of The Golden Prize, the most feared ship on The Liquid Sky.
A Watch Officer tasked with combatting gangs throughout the city. His network of contacts is remarkable.
"He who is at the right hand of the king defends his lord in honor and body. He who is at the left hand of the king commits his lord’s sins."
- Sartos of the Order of the Opal Tower, The Annals of Kings
"There are ideas that are so fundamental that without them, civilization could not exist. The most inviolate, the most important, is justice. If men do not hold rigorously to what is just, then society cannot live. I will not allow those who would ignore something so vital simply because it does not suit them to persist in doing so."
There are some people who just lay down and die if someone hurts them. Some people forgive those who hurt him. And some… well, some decide to punish the people who hurt them. Me? Not even death can stop me from having my revenge. Not my death, not his death. They’ll all pay.
Squinzerephtoritzpik, aka Squints, is a simple small time scumbag informant who happens to be from a tribe of goblins with a unique body modification tradition…
Renik Kavios is the leader of the dockworkers’ union. He is also a smuggler for stolen goods and illegal contraband. Through his power, he has the leaders of a city locked under his control.
“They took you away from me, Victoria. They killed you. Those fools took away the only thing I had, and they turned me into a monster. Well, I’ll make them pay, Victoria. I’ll avenge you, beloved. I’ll kill all of them.”
Pataket is a criminal unlike any others for he has been working at his trade for centuries, and it is rumoured that he can break into anywhere.
"Some people call me a monster, and while that’s true enough, they don’t give me enough credit. I am an artist, sir, in a criminally neglected art."
Few men in the Free Cities have as much power as this ambitious man, and fewer abuse their power so badly.
You find a patch of edible funghi. They taste well and all, no ill effects. UNLESS you consume some beverage, even 3 (three) days after eating it. Then you become really sick with pains, vomiting, all the fancy stuff. As a gift or good meal, it could be a cruel joke or to make sure the heroes spend their time focused on the mission. And the fine soup you had in the inn yesterday could have some in.
(Inspired through a real-world fungus. Was really used to cure alcoholism.)