Because someone must come up with new ways to kill.
Shababa sat sadly in a corner, tears falling from her yellow eyes and dripping from her tusks. "All I want to do is be a dancing girl, it’s not my fault that the Gods made me an Orc. Why is eveyone so narrow minded?"
Baugl, lost in the darkness beneath Hydra keep. Would that he had stayed in the shadow.
Thirty slaves, some of which have hellish lives of toil, others which have a somewhat easier life.
A dark wizard who is marginally kind after being cruel and wicked.
A highly talented chef, this young man takes great pride in his job.
A 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.
No high school teens who turn out to be wonder-pilots here.
"To truly be wise, one must learn from all life."
(A sage and wise man for any oriental fantasy or modern day campaign)
Look at that, pale as death and she’s got her neck covered, betcha fifty she’s a fang-banger
A vampire Blood Doll, her master, and the workshop they share
A ambitious cook who uses steam technology and a love for all things edible to make the world a tastier place.
We need to gather the cam-droppers and bulldog gears off of number six, yes the wrecked number six. Then, with those pieces and the short drive off of number three we can put number four back into action.
Abelard von Richter
Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.
Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill
‘‘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’‘.
A traveling scholar, digging up the roots of totemos that he encounters.
As the world grows and changes, so to do the gods. One such creature is Verdichtung, Reaver of Steam.
The only son of Dr. Nicholas Farthing, Ironwing has dedicated himself to the destruction of his father’s Fabulous Engine.
"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
A terrible teleportation incident makes inter-demihuman chimaera of all the PCs. Quoth Master Adams: 'I teleported home one night / with Ron and Sid and Meg / Ron stole Meg's heart away / and I got Sidney's leg.'