"I don’t like that one. He’s creepy. There’s something not right in the head with him. Course, I don’t much imagine that’s uncommon here, but he goes further than the rest of ‘em. I think he actually *likes* what they do to him."
Greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms, greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind
Pismir the Miser
Magic is a blessing and curse, life and death, birth and undoing, a goal and a way.
The Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.
The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.
The mage of Time, the former master of the enuch wizard Volomain walks the lands once again, a small sun circling the vessel known as a lifeform.
The body is a temporary host for a transcendental creature, though most of these creatures fail to transcend before the death of the host. I shall not fail.
“You must seek the counsel of the oracle Edros.”
“Do we *have* to?”
30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard’s shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.
I would have never had thought one could come to like a rattling pile of walking bones, but Tohm simply grew on me. Watching him play checkers with Formuro was always amusing - whenever he took one of Formuro’s pieces he would rattle his jaw in joy.. From the diary of Professor Ethric, faculty of Divination.
Hachnar T’ Velstrad
An insular alchemist walking two paths..
They had thought him a crank, an eccentric, not practicing a real form of magic. How wrong they were.
“Seizing this one was far easier then I expected,” thought Yuther the devil, ” he puts up no fight!
“Come and see Veidt, the ever-sleeping. Born with an incurable condition, he has not woken once in twenty-six years. Come and see the man who will never wake. Come and see Feher’s sleepwalker.”
“No my lord!” cried Herithi. “Have Mercy! Take my eyes instead!” Why did I say that?! thought Herithi, shock registering through him.My eyes? Shalali protect me…
The searchers found only a silken veil, so they despaired; telling their frightened families only that the Dark Lady of Destinen had taken another lover.
Although lost in the mists of myth and time, there are some things known of this Ã¢??manÃ¢?Â and his Ã¢??godÃ¢?Â.
Splendid Reverse Worker seems to be manifested ill luck. In its presence everything seems to go wrong- mirrors and glasses shatter, animals fall ill and are injured, tempers flare and depression looms, metal rusts, and a general environment of pure Murphy’s Law occurs.
Once a god, now something less…
Even 20 years of service was not enough for them - still they taunt me. Will I ever be free?
The PC's enter a town amid a giant celebration, the Spring Wedding Festival. Unmarried men and women from all over the provinces gather her every spring to be matched by the most sacred matchmaker ever to live, Holly Lovard. Holly is now ancient and must be carried everywhere she visits and rumors are that this will be her last visit to the Wedding Festival so any matches made this spring will be doubley blessed.
Enter PC's, wrong place at the wrong time. Molly sees one of them, calls him/her out of the crowd and that are unable to resist the push and pull of the mob. Brought in front of Molly Lovard, the PC is declared the lifemate of
Could be the king's daughter, a peasant, member of the thieves guild. Could be anything to add a twist to an already building plot, or just throw the characters into an awkward situation.