And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.
Where the clowns dwell, even angels fear to tread
Graphic content, reader discretion is advised
Messes cleaned, maintenance conducted, problems fixed.
"If we the poor cannot enjoy our lives, you the rich will have yours taken away." Police statement taken from a captured cultist, a member of Inanna's Avenging Hands.
Inanna's Silver Tongues are one of the most unpopular of all cults, hated by all other cults and criminal organizations and thought to be somewhat unpleasant even by those in law enforcment who make the most use of them. What they are renowned for, is the art of informing.
"The HAS Endeavor is this ship. Its run by these 'obbit pirates. One day, me and me mates were sailing to this island, 'cause there was some old dungeon that I had a really good reason to loot at the time. So's as we sailed, them pirates led by their cap'n, a 'obbit called Ralph, boarded us, and stole all me gold! I was pissed for ages."
-Old Gerald, man in the pub
The short lived and chaotic vampires of northern Mexico
The last remaining relic of the European Union and Interpol, Sigma Blue is an international crime fighting and liaison task force.
They're way over their heads...
The city guard used to be crooked as a frendleback tree, then the society popped up. I miss the good old days when you could bribe a grunt to look the other way. It's hard and dangerous to be in the black arts now.
Nyp, Thieve's Guild
"The Circus is in town, Dicurion. Make a donation to the good priests of the Laughing God. See if he won't smile down upon us, and wish our little problem away."
-Olrich van Haarkrom
Entering a new city there are street urchins, hustlers, con men, kidnappers, thieves and burglars looking to make their day’s prophet. The victim, in many cases the PC, is known as the mark and is the target of whatever kind of hustle they have planned. These hustlers are always on the lookout for easy pickings.
The Spies of Lindor is a large connection of people, who could show up at your doorstep, store, or right behind you at this very moment…
Some of the more notable organisations in the city.
For a long time the Goblin criminals did not have their own organisation to protect them...until now.
"The Commonwealth was a terrorist movement of the early 21st century. It used online organization to coordinate its actions against governmental and commercial institutions. The name is an allusion to the…"
The Circle of Pharisrak has existed for centuries, it’s assassins are considered to be untouchable. Not one has every been seen, let alone sent to justice.
There were rumours spreading around the newspaper office about a "Press Gang" that would protect reporters. But only the owner and editor knew the true purpose of the Gang.
What we need is an alternative to hiring mages that are good enough to deal with the Guild’s mages.
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world
Cold Comfort is a long-sword of star-steel, its blade giving off a wan, blueish light. Its grip is wrapped tightly in snow-serpent hide, and its pommel bears a single opalescent gemstone.
This blade is enchanted in such a way, that whoever wields it, begins to fall completely and irrevocably "in love" with the weapon. This love does not manifest itself as the expected reverence and bond formed between any warrior and his weapon, but as a deeper, truer love, one has for a soul-mate of the same species! The longer the wielder carries Cold Comfort the stronger and more disturbing this love becomes, and only the most powerful of magicks can potentially break the sword's insidious spell. The blade's owner will even speak to and coo to the weapon, convinced that the sword understands and returns this epic love.
If the blade's wielder somehow loses the weapon or has it taken away, they will become inconsolable, and will predictably go to "ends of the earth and back" to retrieve it at any cost. Such is the weapon's curse that even separation from it does not damper the feelings the owner has for the sword. Legends tell of several distraught and mind-addled knights who even years after losing the blade, still wander the country-side searching for their lost love. And woe be to the "new lover" if and when they find him or her.