Superficially a Eurasian/Kamchatkan Brown bear, underneath, a highly skilled and deadly Neo-Soviet agent
Near the end of many a heroic venture or quest a brave band of adventurers upon return will find it necessary to seek out a sage, a wisened person, looking for the answer to a riddle, to decipher a map, or to unlock a geas or curse placed on one of their own. The strangest of quests, those touched by the madness of the fae, the eldritch influence of the outsiders and abominations, and those tainted by the hellish realms, are best met by the mysterious sage known only as Mugwort.
A bane to the local fishermen, White Death is determined to rectify the terrible injustice that humanity has inflicted on her people.
After she ate the middle part of my wife’s body she gestured me out the door. Then she paddled me to the den of the Sage. All the while I stared at her rune marked back, my hand on the hilt of my sword, and I thought of my father and the hens.
From time to time, one of the All can be divided from the One and All mind. This is a traumatic event, and it is rare that the severed member of the All survives, let alone becomes a solitary One. But from time to time, it can occur. Seeking succor from the desperate silence in its mind, the One Beneath The Waves has sunken himself beneath the oceans of Shamash II, and there it lies, seeking fruitlessly to soothe its injuries.
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An unfortunate man and his canine companion
What is a forest’s firm support, yet walks ‘round on its own accord?
What’s possessed of a titan’s might, stands before you, yet out of sight?
What soundly spanks with gnarled root a behind that is not good?
This man has a double life. By day he protects the wildlife from poachers. By night he sometimes poaches himself and smuggles the skins, horns, ect, out of the Park in the back of his Ranger Jeep and blames the deaths on poachers. After all,who would suspect a Ranger of poaching?
A harvest queen, a druid of war, a monarch of leaves.
Brave Olgiherga Ogerhunch, ogre hunter of the Ostrobogs and fenstalker.
"Humans think of plants as food and decoration, but they are living creatures in their own right."
Brine S’Vick is the Shark Lord, a giant man amongst the ocean curent.
We all go a little mad…sometimes
You’re a mean one Old Crynog
You really are a skug
Halfling children’s rhyme
The kingdom of Shyvora is known for its inclusion of non-humans. One of their best fighting Dukes is a tree…
"Did you hear that? He speaks to those who would listen. Simply adjust your hearing frequency and you will hear his voice." - Audicus, Disciple of the Sound Mind and Body.
Blessed be are those wed beneath apple tree
Common Falk Saying, the Midlands
Endowed with a generous love for the untainted bounty of the natural environment, this enigmatic individual has all but forgotten what it means to be human..
Satrya returns to her homeland, to the elves dismay.
The local band of 'nasties' (goblins / orcs / whatever) lives in relative peace with the local population.
Along come the PCs and go through their usual heroic monster bashing routine, wiping out the nasties and pinching all their stuff, then continue on their way.
Problem is, they don't kill ALL he nasties. The survivors want revenge and, after spending a few months recovering, start to take it in their own inimitable style (which is not unlike that of the PCs come to think of it).
Next time the PCs are in the area they find themselves VERY unpopular with the townsfolk.