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.
A member of the Branid family of were ravens.
Some of the inhabitants of Pier Point Prison-the bad, mad and the downright sad.
Trouble follows some people wherever they go. I follow that trouble and make sure those people don’t make anymore trouble. It ain’t easy, but someone’s got to do it.
Kranno the Goblin didn’t know what to do with his mastery of the art of skulking until he met the frustrated poet Vonyich Festelgabber.
Barnacles and bilge rats, a pernicious package of perfidious pirates!
A quiet old veteran that likes to visit the market in the evening, “Chivver” is an easy man to overlook. On the other hand, he overlooks very little of what happens around him…
Shrouded in rags, this fallen foreign nobleman serves as the lethal right hand of the queen of the beggars.
Man, too, is a primal creature, though he binds himself with the chains named Reason and Law, locked link by link from birth. Yet, those locks can be opened, the links broken, in both the savage world of the street-slum, and in the gilded cages of nobility.
One such creature is the petty pirate, Gurad Sorgon. Unknown to those that dismiss him as being merely an ugly face among the multitude of floating scoundrels that abound on the lawless seas, this marauder conceals within him the soul of a prehistoric terror.
You have been assigned to hire an assassin by another middleman to kill some rich mans enemy. You go to the assassins guild to find you have quite a choice.
The are 30 thieves, killers and other criminals that ought to be behind bars.
“That’s got be the worst assassin I’ve ever seen.”
Some times you just need a horde of police officers…
I will make a prison that is as inescapable as the crime that infests our cities and towns
Never a more petty and larcenous trio will there be found.
An insignficant little species, the candlebug (or waxmoth) is a persistent bane for mages and merchants alike. Each the size of a small digit, these little scarabs thrive on wax and burrow up inside candles, ruining them. Sometimes a late-night worker will hear a crack and a sizzle as his candle expires, only to find the half-burned remains of a waxmoth squirming around on his desk. This is very annoying in worlds where candles are expensive...