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“Behold me the greatest traveler in history, eccentric, irregular, rapid, unaccountable, curious and, without vanity; majestic as a comet.” -John Ledyard
In theory, he could settle down. But because he’s such a nice guy, he won’t.
A pirate prince’s son with a secret he still hasn’t figured out…
QuestHis day in the power center of the realm is long over. He now helps the down trodden and forgotten peasants the ruling class seem to overlook.
Quest30 People in a Tavern Crowd (21 Run Away): Bethany, the runaway bride…
QuestA list of quick personalities for the many faceless NPCs.
Despite his great power, this mage desperately wishes that he was just average, so people would stop trying to plant axes in his back.
She sat down and chatted with the young man until the leeches began to just fall off her legs - satiated with blood. The young man, enthralled and disgusted by what he just saw, thanked her and went on his way.
Even the Thoron may thirst for knowledge, and Embraced-A-Star has chosen the most direct route it can find to new discoveries. It chooses to go where no other creature can.
Codex"Why’s she want the rings? Heh, ye ain’t the first ta ask. Well, why’s the wind blow? Why’s the shark bite? Trust me, lad, you don’ want ta question her nature, jus’ as ye wouldn’ question mother nature. I say she’s lookin fer somethin’ - gods save me when she finds it."
- Ben "The Biter" Yardrin, sailor
Just another Salvorathan captain, one of the surprisingly few, but entrenpenurial folks.
CodexIf you see a dirigible flying in the air, yell out "Issrie, Harel, Moore, Jesai, Anmae! as it might be the Sky Willow.
Every winter, a humble tinker man wanders through the villages, giving toys to the children…
â??Iâ??m not telling that story againâ? the bard protested, leaning on the hearth of the inn with his arms crossed in defiance â??everyone has heard it over and overâ?¦why not something else?â?Â
QuestVagrants, vagabonds, gaberlunzies, gypsies, thieves, beggars and more, presenting a list of 30 of the downtrodden and desperate.
Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they’re doing there is a mystery to all…
You step in from the fog swirled street. It is not as dark as you expected, but it is just as loud and smelly. There is about 30 people in this dockside bar.
The Crew of the “New Hope”, a fine, and not so fine, bunch of seafaring men.
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A member of the Cynopterid race