...and why they should be avoided like the plague.

"There is something about the outside of a horse...that is good for the inside of a man."

Winston Churchill

"Compared to the scum I deal with as a cop, fighting you was a piece of cake!"

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

A tall lanky man with a distracted air, well versed in arcanotechnology, parapsychology, and a collector of molds, spores, and fungus.

Brumborion's blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone's Favor

Knowing is Half the Battle, red and blue lasers are the other half.

A rare and diseased jewel, a canker fallen from the heavens

What do you mean, the little wriggly ones you throw at fish or the big rock ones that squish people?

Seven things I've learned about NPCs

An Elven made memory stone

have made thee as no other. All the treasures of the earth shall lie between thy eyes. Thou shalt cast thy enemies between thy hooves, but thou shalt carry my friends upon they back. Thy saddle shall be the seat of prayers to me. And thou fly without any wings, and conquer without any sword.
The Koran

These items, potent wards against spirits, were once commonplace. Following the end of the old Empire the methods of their manufacture was lost and none new have been made in the intervening centuries.

Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins

Its formula is tightly held, many have sought out the secrets of magic-dispelling steel...

18.) The Returning Veterans: These warriors are on their way back from a grim, hard fought war. Fatigue and weariness, despair and anguish are written on their features. Their honor drives them to complete one last mission, but they sense that they may never survive it.

Wulfhere, 30 Stalwart Bands

Nestled among the smaller and less noticed store fronts, hidden among the sundry vendors, and purveyors of beads, cheap jewelry, and meat-on-a-stick products in a small building that smells strongly of hot linen, cotton, soap...and goblin.

'Listen!'
'Listen to the Wind! Listen to Crackling Fire! Listen to the Groan of the Mountain! Listen to my Voice! Listen and you will See through the Smoke! See the Old Ways of our Forefathers! See the Glory of our Clan! See the Might of our Race!'
—Horn-Of-Plenty, Shaman of the Thorondrim Minotaurs, leading his people in the Khuugrad

The Mughal of the Gremils, the Shah of Lag, the most devoted of Mathom.

My dark past will never let me rest, the only solace I find is bathed in the light of the moon. Tell me, have you ever danced with a devil in the pale moonlight?