Poison's variation on Tucker's Kobolds.

A lighthearted Pathfinder adventure intended for a group of four retired adventurers level 17-20 who have come into possession of The Verbing Noun.

NPCs can be so dry and bland when they come up and you aren't prepared for them. Other NPCs often times only have the stats rolled up and their personalities are neglected. That is where a list of simple characteristics can come in handy and you can stereotype the NPC and at least give them some kind of quirk that defines them a little better. Nobody may remember the innkeeper at that one city, but they may very well remember the innkeeper that picked his nose right before he gave the players their change. Just some little things to define the NPCs and make them more real. Some can be used by players as well to spice up their character a little.

In the modern age a persona is indistinguishable from a person. They magnify what is within us, and what we bring out within others. It is a shared delusion powerful enough to claim a life of its own.

'Impatient as well as stupid, some virtuous whip you are.' Snap tilts her head to the side with a smile as her drumming fingers increase in tempo. 'I assure you that my patience is vast.' The man stops in his tracks stare Snap down, her expression remains unchanged. 'Vast, not infinite. I am but a human so I am sure something could cause me to break my vows.' Hastily he resumes filling the order. As Snap walks out the door with the goods the shopkeep grabs your arm. 'That is a monster chained by monks robes, I have stared down raging barbarians and never seen such hate in their eyes.'

The town of Silverfox Mill was a quiet place for many years, but this peaceful town has begun to unravel. The arrival of the Usury Guild drained the populace of their livelihood, forcing many into poverty, alcoholism, and prostitution. Complicating this trying time the town has recently lost its most beloved citizen, the wizard Osric Skanderbag. With his absence it seems the long-dead witch Anna has been raised to murder and poison, but this may be a front for more contemporary threats.

'Avaricious is a special sort of hell; it's the hell we created ourselves. It is the hell we deserve.' - Smythe Voss, crewman of Siren's Laugh

The desert is like the sea, the sands shift ebb and flow and with them so does life. The tide is in ebb, and Xen'da'rik is dying.