Some people are going to be the “new guy” all their lives.
Every troop has a shifty eyed grumbler. This is ours. He is also The Captain’s Second.
A natural leader of men, his troops would follow him to the nether realms, because they knew he would bring them back.
In my setting that is posted here called “The Kingdom of Orentia” the appointed ruler of the town of Thorpe is Griffin Orent. Griffin is actually the leader of a rather large group of bandits operating all over the kingdom. However, these are not your normal bandits…
No one finds the Remover of Inconvient Things, The Remover finds you. So be careful about what you whisper in the dark, The Remover may hear it and come.
A blind mage with a liking for sound-based magics
Some time magic users are less magical than one expects.
Two cynical and witty old pentioners watching the world go by and commenting on it.
Faster than the wind, this Red Cap Messenger flies (okay, okay, runs - but you get the idea).
Corina Archerus is a researcher and a wizard. She is also completely blind.
Need some extra muscle, Ugg might be your man - if you don’t mind having to explain EVERYTHING to him
Chae lives to serve, and ultimately die in that service, if need be. As a Bushi-Killian warrior in the service to Lord Kim, he focuses upon his given missions & tries very hard to stay part of the crowd. When on assignment, Chae is a relentless, dedicated, slayer of men.
Sharry is a typical Formourian street urchin. Her name is a corruption of her given name, Michele of Ryanhold (where she’s from). She gets by on scrounging for scraps, begging, and the occassional opportunistic theft.
Crunk is a typical sailor aboard the privateer Blue Raider. The ship sails from Formour, but like most of its crew, Crunk is from Osterre. As a Half-Orck, Crunk always has something to prove, and a chip on his shoulder large enough to throw his posture off.
A small fish in an even smaller pond, Marcus Dominitan is the harbourmaster of the port of Al’Alaric. A petty man with a big ego and greed to match, he is not above taking bribes to allow unlawful cargo, or to hire thugs to assault those he dislikes.
He is a merchant of fine wines and the only source for sparkling wines in the region. His formal politeness makes him seem like a friend.
This is the place for minor characters and extras. These are just personalities and some minor skills ready to be thrown into your campaign. They are not highly detailed becaue they are just extrasn in the game. They are useful to have a stack of just “hanging around” should you need them. So use um all, we will make more.
Peterus Winecrafter is a Thirdman, "He who knows People". He finds people work, arranges meetings between people, and can make other arrangements for you.
All the good ones break off from the the guild.
“That was the second lynching this month. And last week they haven beaten some old sod that could barely crawl home.”
“Well, he was a drinker and bad to his wife, sir. It is really hard work they do, and not for much pay. But sir, we are doing wonderfully, all is going as planned and better!”
“Yes, the cathedral could be built months before expected, if we can keep up this speed. You are all doing great work, I’ll be sure to inform the Patriarch. Just take care no accidents happen anymore.”
THE GNOMES OF UDNALOR: Part II
Having left the hush of the upper halls, and crossed the depths of the Braeth (an underground river, which is not all that deep because bear in mind we're talking about gnomes here), you would find yourself in Wattling Street, the main road through Udnalor. It's actually a long, well-worn passageway which opens out eventually into the City Centre. The gnome-buildings branch off Wattling Street as small burrows or caverns with boulder-blocked doorways for privacy. You can find armourers and smiths (though their armour tends to be on the small side for humans to buy) and many other types of trader.
There are many streets, ginnels and cooies which run off Wattling Street, the most famous probably being Smell Street, the domain of the infamous gnomish alchemists, the eponymous smell being very distinctive: the stench of cooking fungus, the aroma of subterranean spices, the pungent reek of rotting carcasses (used in some of the more notorious experiments). An encounter with an alchemist can really be spiced up (excuse the pun) if you have a well-stocked herb cupboard, and actually make up the potions, elixirs and draughts as they are ordered by characters.