The Master of Starlight, Player of Games; This Quizzical Fey knows Everyone's Names.
The Voice of Time
Story & details of a demon lord trapped in a mortal shell
Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.
Crazy old woman, selling pieces of bone and fake charms. The fact that the villagers even tolerate the old eye-roller hag demonstrates a lack of piety to the Faith.
Belphegor - A demon of Sloth and Greed
The power of the mind and of magic defies your pathetic attempts to understand them, submit and you will be spared
"I hear that he walks the North these days, strides amongst the Silver Firs of those harsh lands. His followers struggling behind in the frost mist. New ones joining the lines everyday the, drawn to him by some mysterious force."
"Have mercy? Dear, foolish, man, the Mistress’s mercy is the only gift I have to give."
A dark wizard who is marginally kind after being cruel and wicked.
‘‘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’‘.
"In all my years of research, perhaps the best way I have found to summarize the Hermit of Wither Tor is the name given to him by the inhabitants of the Grassdancer ghettoes. These unfortunates call him, in their own tounge, AnÃ‚Â´rah GrunÃ‚Â´dar Ahr, which roughly translates into He-Who-Speaks-With-His-Fists....."
From "Locastus and beyond", by Darius Moak
Unique among the sea monsters that infest the oceans of Acqua, this abomination is cursed with a hunger for power that can never be satisfied.
"Stay back! I’m a… a powerful wizard!"
I have lost everything which is dear to me… I am… Lacrimosa.
An evil that nurtures evil, a dark mother that is cradle to shadow.
The dark wizard of Locastus, now long dead and gone….. Or is he?
A young Kumbra seeking knowledge from humans and fulfilling the unlikely roll of protector of a trade route.
Meyurk is a Egoyo, a hermit with dangerous friends, and a mystic home..
"You do not need to be a cleric to bring light into the world."
(a Mage follower of Isis, npc suitable for any fantasy campaign with gods of light.)
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.