A dwarf's fear of the ocean is not baseless. In the unknowable depths lurks an evil that will punish any dwarf arrogant enough to be on anything less than solid land, and unfortunate enough to die.
Squinzerephtoritzpik, aka Squints, is a simple small time scumbag informant who happens to be from a tribe of goblins with a unique body modification tradition…
A product of chaos storms and waaaaaaaaaaaay to much caffine, Beet has boundless energy and the single mindedness of a stick.
A member of demons from another plane come to feast on our pain, Bualgathor is an outcast among his kind, for he feasts on the pain of other horrors
A lonely and scared fairy looking for someone to heal her home.
An ancient old man, whose seen his fair share of bar fights. Still vigourous despite his age, he knows the tales and legends of the surronding area almost as well as he knows the chipped steins of his inn.
Yes, it’s the wise old man you alway knew you’d meet.
As you emerge from the shop in the alleyway, not-too-distant clanging and stamping makes you wary. Further investigation reveals a massive Balgrian protest march flooding the main street, banners roaring about the inhuman conditions in which this ethnic group is forced to live. City guards stand helplessly by, beating up the odd protestor, but unable to hold back the flow. Onlookers throw vegetables at the Balgrians, and shout abuse.