A whole company of NPCs that can do the mundane jobs while the PCs do the hero stuff.
Thirty more princesses, this time with an insect/small creature theme.
Because a true hero does not let reality stop him.
"Me? Oh, I’m no one of importance. Say, where are you folk heading? Really? Might I tag along for safety’s sake? I have business there…"
Never judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes.
Thirty farmers, from the happy to the grumpy, the serf to the squire.
The power of the mind and of magic defies your pathetic attempts to understand them, submit and you will be spared
24.) The Broken Victim - Her coachman tried to rein the team of horses back in, but in their wild dash he fell from the carriage, and his customer was found dead along with the horses in the ravine where the broken pieces finally stopped rolling. Her limbs are mangled and broken and she screams through what is left of her throat…where is her coachman, she has a meeting to attend…everyone is waiting.
-Valadaar, 30(+) Walking Dead
Lithe she was, an elfin maiden, and her blades were like lunes shine
yet her heart was for me barren, she longed for darkness, was not mine
- Alinastro of Skystone
"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."
Being a picky eater as a vampire can be quite troublesome.
Some people have neither good nor bad luck; they instead have a certain whimsy of fate attached to them, placing them at the center of bizarre events whether they wish it or not. Joseph Random is one such individual…
In theory, he could settle down. But because he’s such a nice guy, he won’t.
From [30 Police Officers]
5- Captain Cautious
This officer will wait for backup and will only advance if fully equipped and briefed. Always errs on the side of caution. Not the most popular man on the force, as others get hurt while he is suiting up.
"Have mercy? Dear, foolish, man, the Mistress’s mercy is the only gift I have to give."
This man has a double life. By day he protects the wildlife from poachers. By night he sometimes poaches himself and smuggles the skins, horns, ect, out of the Park in the back of his Ranger Jeep and blames the deaths on poachers. After all,who would suspect a Ranger of poaching?
"Oh, yes, I know of him. That half-mad disciple of the Storm, you’d never think he was dangerous to look at him - until he pulls out those twin blades of his and screams in his high voice ‘Blood for the Storm God!’ - you wouldn’t think a pixie could make your blood go cold like that."
-Anatos One-Eye, speaking of Raziel of the Crimson Storm
A Leader of all the Drannor has emerged with the heart and fury of her nation. Finally, the Orc-nation of the Drannor will rise up and crush their centuries-long oppressors.
Orn himself was a past peasant hero and champion, in a largely rural and agricultural area, who dared to stand up to a conquering force, and inspire his fellows to do the same.
"One for you," He mumbled, pouring some rum onto his boots, "And a few gulps for me, and we’re off."
He took a large gulp from the bottle, put his boots on, and was out the door in a flash.
A casual remark by one of the party about something met on a previous adventure leads to a summons to and grilling by the Mages' Guild (or equivalent), probably resulting in an expedition back to that area to recover the things for 'study' by the Guild. The party's presence will be 'requested' for this expedition.