7 Sentence NPC #challenge

[Head Moderator]

Your [HASH]challenge this week is to create a 7-Sentence NPC. The NPC can be for anything you want, just a random person, shopkeeper, someone in your backstory, or just someone for me to use in our quests and missions from anywhere in the world.

Example:

Rand the Elder is a blacksmith who has spent all his life in Sarkotos. He is a tall man with a heavy black beard. Rand is known for his great strength, skill as a blacksmith, and rather dim wit. He values his family above all, is honest to a fault, and has a great fondness for music. Uncomfortable and a man of few words with strangers, he is talkative and likes to sing with his close friends. With his shop on the main thoroughfare in Navahla, he hears many tales from outside the city, but often gets the facts mixed up due to his dim wit. He talks in a slow, deep drawl and pulls at his beard when talking to others.

Each of the following should be one sentence:

Sentence 1: Occupation & History
This first sentence serves as the introduction to the NPC, describing his occupation and giving a brief history of the character. If the NPC has a front, such as being a gem smith that is a cat burglar at night, this information can be provided in this sentence. A brief historical note can give the NPC more depth and indicate skills and knowledge not readily apparent to the PC's. For example, Rand the Elder could very well be Randall the Giantslayer, a retired adventurer well known throughout Sarkotos!

Sentence 2: Physical Description
The second sentence is a brief physical description of the NPC. In some cases this may give a hint as to an NPC's hidden occupation such as the note that a beggar has a flash of gold in his mouth.

Sentence 3: Attributes & Skills
The third sentence is about attributes and skills. Here, any attributes above or below average should be noted. Be sure to use our game terms to reference this, such as in OH we use strength, quickness, endurance, willpower, intelligence, perception and charisma. Any attributes not mentioned are assumed to be average. Any special skills can be mentioned, but they don't have to be associated with the NPC's current occupation. For example, if Rand is an average blacksmith but a great song writer, the sentence may not even mention blacksmithing, noting only his undiscovered talent for music composition.

Sentence 4: Values & Motivations
The fourth sentence is one of the most important from a roleplaying standpoint. This sentence describes the values that the PC's must discover and exploit in order to motivate an NPC to doing as they ask. This is particularly important if the PC's are asking the NPC to do something against their basic principles. For example, due to Rand's honesty, the PC's will have a difficult time convincing him to shoe a horse so that the horse will probably throw the rider after a short distance. Money probably won't help, however if the PC's threatened his family there is little doubt that Rand will shoe the horse as they desire (though probably hate them for it).

Sentence 5: Interactions with Others
This sentence describes how the NPC interacts with others, whether he is loud and obnoxious or condescending and rude, you can note this in the sentence.

Sentence 6: Useful Knowledge
This is also an important sentence, from the PC's point of view, as it describes what the NPC knows that may be of use to the PC's. This information may be simple, such as where a tired adventurer may get a good meal and bed for the night. On the other hand, it could be a key clue for the next adventure. Rand's knowledge is general, which should be the case in most descriptions. There should also be an indication on how reliable the information is. In some cases, what they NPC knows could be very specific like the location of a dragon's lair or who to talk to in order to get a buddy out of jail.

Sentence 7: Distinguishing Feature
The last sentence is used to describe a distinguishing feature or characteristic of the NPC. This gives the PC's something to remember the NPC by, possibly helping them locate him in the future. It is common for players to forget the names of NPC's, but if a distinguishing feature is noted, players can often recall the description if not the NPC himself. If they forget Rand's name they can still inquire after the blacksmith with the slow drawl who is always pulling at his black beard.

A few more samples:

Lady Erin of Feld
Lady Erin of Feld is the demure third daughter of the mayor of Feld in Sarkotos - at least, during the day she is. At night, Erin becomes the infamous Lady Darkthreat, an assassin who employs magic and poison to destroy her targets. Erin is a petite blonde with delicate features, and men often wish to protect her (she finds this amusing). She is a mage with an extensive knowledge of poisons and a high intelligence, quick reflexes, and the constitution of a horse. Lady Erin lives for the kill; she loves to get to know her victims intimately, using this knowledge to set up the perfect assassination. Lady Erin is always charming and warm and appears to engage in idle gossip while taking in her surroundings and subtly pumping the other person for information. Lady Erin knows virtually all the gossip of the nobility and rich merchants of Sarkotos as well as many private facts with regard to these people and has a small mole on her right cheek.

Baron "Wardog" Muckdigger
Baron "Wardog" Muckdigger is the lord of a small holding in east Doxenia, of which he is the seventh heir. He is a short man, clean shaven with a very upright posture. Wardog is a fighter famous for his incredible stamina and his leadership abilities as well as his alleged ability as musical composition (his words are described as being more like the sounds of war than actual music!). Beside composing music, the baron's greatest love is war, and he will use almost any excuse to take up arms against anyone he thinks might prove to be an interesting adversary. The baron has a rather blunt and direct way of dealing with people, but mixes it with enough charm to avoid being abusive. he knows a lot about military tactics, different military organizations and how to defeat them, but virtually nothing about the back-room politics in Doxeni. The baron always talks in a loud voice with his head stuck right in your face, so you can smell the heavy garlic on his breath.

Miriam
Miriam works for Mama Kayla at one of the local brothels in Navahla, Sarkotos, though she has higher aspirations for herself than being a whore her entire life. She is tall, and very curvy, gifted with a tiny waist and a large bosom that makes all the men (and some ladies) quite crazy with desire. Absolutely gifted in her chosen field, she is also able to portray herself as a refined lady with gifts in entertaining and a quick step on the dance floor. Her driving force is to accrue enough money, and enough contacts that one day a wealthy noble will fall head over heels in love with her and sweep her out of Mama K's into the life of a wealthy lady. She is intelligent and can carry on conversations about just about anything, and has learned to be an excellent listener as well as able to carry herself as a high born lady should, so perhaps her goal is not so far off! She knows much of the rumors and gossips in and around Navahla from her 'pillow talk' with so many of the men of the city. Extremely long black hair, blue eyes, pouting red lips and a heaving bosom; that is how most remember Miriam.

Bijou Attewater
Lady Bijou Attewater was once the scourge of the surrounding countryside outside of Attewater Manor in Sarkotos, until the curly blonde vampire met a hunter named Alexander. Bijou is 5'9", with pale skin, piercing blue eyes and a head full of loose golden curls. Killing was an art to this lady of the night, until she was shown another way, and now she aids the side of good with her fighting skills. Alexander is her life, her love, her reason for existence and it was through the unseen and unimaginable power of love that she moved from the dark to the light. Without Alexander, it is questionable whether she could maintain that tenuous drift to the dark and evil, though not impossible and with his guidance she is now far more of a boon to the countryside than a bane. She has given many in the area jobs at her manor, and invites all weary adventurers or travelers to camp on her grounds and eat at her table. She is beautiful, pale and mysterious but most would remember her as the vampire that love transformed.

Kyanee Yriskan
Kyanee is an eighteen year old aventi serving upon the pirate ship, the Twisted Sigil under Captain Solanine Tyr'avin as their Prelate. She appears human save for the collapsible fins on her forelimbs, and has long light brown hair and brown eyes. She is a gifted priestess, with skills in healing that she uses for everyone on board the ship with a special bond with Grayson, whom summoned her to the ship in the first place. Some say she is obsessed with Grayson, and truly she would give her life for his well being, but she is also a kind, carefree and loyal young woman on all counts. She is curious, and a bit mischievous, which does get her in trouble with her fellow sailors but for the most part they recognize the absolute necessity of her duties of priestess and healer and respect the aventi woman for she works hard and steadfast for the Twisted Sigil. Whether a sailor upon the Sigil or not, if someone is in need of anything she is gifted with including healing, she is first to offer such aid. She is one of the few known aventi in the area, and combined with the fact she has no sense of modesty it seems and enjoys showing off her body with pride, she is known to sailors as the 'naked fish girl'.





[Dragon [HASH]184 7 Sentence NPCs]

[Cordelia de Clare]

Dex Maxim (Syndicate NPC)

Dex Maxim is a Black Marketer and smuggler who works out of the docks at Westby, Doxenia. He is a tall man, with long lanky limbs, and rat like features. He is everything a person expects a thief to look like. He is sly, but attentive and best of all, loyal to the cause. Dex values information above everything, even gold, and he managed secrets very well. He knows everybody he needs to know enough, but not well; from pirates to nobles. He is a long time employee of Vixen of Drowsing, though very little is known about their arrangement, or how they came to meet. His specialities are exotic ingredients for potions and poisons, information and directions. Dex gets into a lot of fights because of a permanent sneer on his lips.

Kruum (Syndicate NPC)
Kruum is a newly aquired bodyguard at the Bullet and Blade in Drowsing, Doxenia but he once served as entertainment at the circus. He is a large, brusk man with muscles the size of most men's heads; he is a half-giant, and half human, so tall but not as tall as a giant. He is gentle, and loves the whores of the Bullet and Blade, but does not partake of their wares. While on duty his interactions are usually throwing over-zealous and drunk men out onto the street but behind closed doors, he sings songs, and dances with the lovely ladies and tells tales of his time at the circus - he always wanted to be a Bard. He is quite slow when it comes to thinking his way out of problems and often lets others do his thinking for him. He has a tattoo of a fool cap on his cheek, his role at the circus.


Annabeth Sweet (White Raven Healer)
Annabeth, or Annie, Sweet is a White Raven Healer who originally came from Bryony but only uses her magic for healing, and never hurting others - even monsters.  She is fair and sleek, and oft when she moves, there is nary a sound in her wake; she has long blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes that shimmer with life. Her desire to be a healer has not diminished her magical prowess, nor her alchemical skills; she is adept at making potions and poison antidotes. Her love for healing, and for people, is as genuine as her smile, and she loves nothing more than traveling the known realms in aid of those she feels need her help more than others. Shy and reserved, Annie takes her time around new people, making sure to find the spirit of who they are before committing to a friendship but she always has a soft smile, and a gentle hand and it is from this that she is remembered.


Archemendies Ventris (College of Harmonic Lore)
Archemedies, or Archy as he is known to his friends and colleagues, was once upon a time known as The Dashing Bard; he lived a wonderfully long and vivid life of adventure, women and song, but eventually, had to retire his lute in favour of knowledge. An old man now he has long grey hair, and a long grey beard to match but there is still a twinkle of mischief in his eye. Archy is an avid reader of old spell tomes and books left behind by old mages, warlocks and necromancers that had no heirs; he transposes their spells to record for use by the college, and during teaching at the academy. While he still aches to be out traveling the known words with his lute, his love for books and history has become his passion; so much so that he oft forgets that he's surrounded by other people, and talks to the books instead: sometimes, they even answer. Though now very much a scholar with the right amount of wine he can be easily talked into a tale or two.  The most distinguishing thing about the man is his instance to wear brightly coloured robes, at all times of day.


Carter 'Ripper' Mouch (Flyeal Thug)
Ripper is everything that his moniker says, even if his name isn't know, the work he does for the Flyeal gang is because of his trademark desire to rip apart the face of his victims. He is a vicious and sadistic man, who doesn't care a jot for anyone but himself and he even considers those higher ranked in the gang below him. He is a slovenly man, with pus filled boils all over his neck from a poisoned bread loaf that didn't quite do its job properly. A drunkard, he sometimes uses his reputation to scare local business owners into giving him free ale and beer, and he uses fear to get information on everyone, and everything he can.  Little is known about Carter the man, but those that do know him know that he is the bastard of a local noble, who cast him off because his mother is a branded whore. Overweight, and smelling of sickness, if anyone asks for the ripper, everyone immediately knows who he is... and rarely, will they point you in the right direction in fear of your life!

[Ella MacBride]

Mia (Bleeding Sands NPC)
Mia is a bar wench at the Bleeding Sands Inn who spent most of her life on her family's farm. She is an average height, curvy woman with short blond curly hair. Mia is known for her pleasant smiles, joyous attitude, and overall charm. She values her freedom, getting away from the farm was what motivated her to get out of Sarkotos. Mia loves people, she is great to have around, personably, and really sparks up the evening with conversation. Working in Madder you get to hear all the juicy details about the more illegal rambles of the world, you could say she's a near expert on the dirty of the bayou. Mia is always smiling, has a pep sweet voice that just tickles your heart strings when she gets excited about the conversation at hand.


Don (Bleeding Sands NPC)
Don is a cook at the Bleeding Sands Inn, he was born and raised in Madder. Don is a physically built man with long black hair. He is a skilled swordsman, but also a mean cook brewing those Madder Specials! He is motivated by money mostly, values a good meal and a fine woman in his bed. Don hardly interacts with anyone these days, a real loner. The man is an expert in poisons and assassinations, knowing how to get things done right the first time. His tongue was cut out and he carried the brand of a Criminal on his right inner forearm.


Bruce (Bleeding Sands NPC)
Bruce of the Hells is the Doctore to the Ludus owned by Ella Latenat. He is a tall, broad man with skin tinted blue. He is a skilled warrior in both hand to hand and weaponry. He values a good fight and thrives to teach others to as well. Bruce is strong-headed and proper, his interactions with others often end badly. He is well trained in all combat scenarios, he had a great wealth of knowledge in that department. Bruce's skin in a blue tint, his broad muscular form is hard to miss along with the horns that protrude from his skull.


Phalok Dalaerth The Mad Mage (Playing Games Questline NPC)
P.D. is a Black Mage who relishes in playing games with people's very lives. He is lean and pale with long white hair. His most abundant skills is mind control, pulling unsuspecting victims into a nightmare world. He loves watching people writhe and suffer within his own little world. He is proper, elegant, but evil and it can be sensed by anyone interacting with him. Skilled in the black arts, his knowledge spans wide with juicy maniacal plans and spells. He is always seen in black robes with piercing glowing white eyes.


Phillmar the Bum (Random NPC)
Phillmar is a bum who is often seen on the streets of Navahla begging for spare coin. His skin is wrinkled, his stench is fowl, and his hair a matted mess atop his head. No strength, no craft, no skill to be known of this lowly beggar. He values warmth, food, and shelter to keep him alive another day. His interactions with others are few and far between, cast away by the nobles and ignored by most others as well. Little do they know the knowledge that is locked away in this man's mind, something far greater than simple craft. You'll know it's Phillmar when you see the man hobbling down the cobblestone barefoot, cane in hand, humming the tune of The Lost Lady's Treasure.

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Alice the Fair
Alice the fair, known as merely Alice, works as a waitress at the Rosewater inne, a youthful beauty whom catches many men eyes. She has lightly sun kissed skin, long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and legs that could go on forever. Alice is a great cleaner and even better at making time fly when she is around, making many a patron wonder where their day went. She values those she considered friends and family above all else, but of coarse making some gold isn't something out of the question. She if very kind and always helpful helping the drunkards up to their rooms or even on the road giving a elderly man directions to the brothel. She knows her way around taverns, innes and the like and always has the latest gossip of the cities and lands. People always recognize this pretty face of hers, after all whom wouldn't recognize the granddaughter of a celestial.


Bastion the Dark
Bastion works as the cook to the Rosewater, hardly ever seen but when he is, he's considered as dark as they come. He has pale moonlight skin with pointed ears, hair as black as the darkest night, and eyes of pooling grey. He is an amazing cook, but is even better at the dark arts. Values, he hardly has any though a lovely little lady has found her way to being one thing he intends to watch over. He is very blunt and straight to the point about things, hating to repeat himself if he has to more than twice he will simply tell the person to piss off and stop wasting his time. He knows his way around a good steak but also around the dark arts and usually know all the dark people there are to know of the magical underground. The look upon his face the seeming lack of emotion upon those pale features, but most of all the strange rune upon his forehead.


Jayden the Horn
Jayden runs the Rosewater when the owners need a break from it, he has always been rather attentive but also shy. He is tan and has medium length blonde hair, green eyes, frayed elf-like ears as well as 2 large curved horns upon the sides of his head. He is one hell of a tender, rarely ever caught off guard anymore, yet also gets rather caught up in his drawings. He values his performance above all else, even gold, to him if he isn't performing well he doesn't deserve the pay. He can be quite helpful when he finds the words he wishes to speak or being the ear for others to speak to when he feels they could use the talk. He knows much about a lot of things, though young his is chalk full of information of the lands, from who is being looked for to who's dog was barking the other night. No one can ever miss them as they stick out the sides of his head, two large horns curving outwards to point in the directions he is looking. 

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"Old Harry"  

Jezzabella D'Tarnaign

Yameril Palorneth

Ambrose

Lanard (Pronounced Lay-Nard)

1 "Old Harry" is just an old human male it appears, who has no known current occupation, has been in the area for years and usually sleeps outside or in a stable. This human has gray hair, balding near the top, beard and moustache, usually parched lips, one brown eye and an eye patch over the other and wears a tattered, old robe of brown with holes, a common workman's robe. Harry wears his fake eyepatch, and dresses poorly to be unnoticed as he gathers information, since he is highly observant (Perceptive) and quite dextrous (Quickness), as well as fast (able to open locks for a small fee, but not for just anyone and never to rob one he considers a friend). "Harry" will sell information (ranging from 1 gold to 100) on the local towns, townsfolk, happenings, gossip, etc if asked, knowing a lot, but refuses to betray any that aid him; those he considers friends, or will open a lock for gold, price being anywhere from a drink, to several hundred gold, depending on the lock (he will not illegally enter a place to get to the lock, though). Harry is seen as just an innocent old man, due to his quiet and rather polite and even gentlemanly nature. Remember, he will NOT betray one he considers a friend, but knows quite a lot about the happenings in the city he is encountered in, as well as the local surrounding villages. Few ever notice "Old Harry", but those who do remember his eyepatch, scruffiness, plus if they speak to him, his unusually gentleman-like attitude towards others and soft voice.

2 Jezzabella currently lives in Navahla, working in the wealthier district, at a shop that sells artwork, ranging from paintings, tapestries and sculptures to other mundane works of artistry for the eye (No magical works or books). Jezzabella is thirty years of age, with long flowing brown hair, usually held up with a tiara or fanciful hairpin, flowing past her light skinned face, Hazel round eyes, small snubbed nose, ruby red lips, leading to a neck that resembles a models, to a body that has fair breasts, thin waist, small hips and long, thin legs to grant her the height of five foot ten inches. She loves to flirt... with anyone who might give her things she wants (Having very high charisma aids in this), people she may gain favours from, or who will do her bidding, willing to rarely offer sex in return for these "gifts" as she likes to call them, while her Intelligence is slightly better than most, to allow her to figure out ways to take advantage of foolish men, and on occasion, women. Her goal in life is to acquire gold, power and beautiful jewelry, so she can one day retire wealthy and live without working, or trying to please others. She acts sweet, even sensual, to any who look at her for more than a moment, even flirting with one person in a couple, if she believes she might sway them to her side for future blackmailing. As an art dealer, she knows who in Navahla, and some other wealthy people in other cities, might be interested in expensive pieces of art and who owns some, as well as a few "nobles" who have been low on gold recently. Jezzabella always wears a dress that only goes down far enough to cover her knees, has something shiny in her hair and speaks in a soft, sensual, seductive tone.

3 Yameril is a peaceful male, who lives in a mountainous area, working at construction, building things of stone, or rarely wood (pine). Everyone in the area knows the twenty foot tall Storm giant with bright, violet skin, blue-black hair and eyes of silver, who wears a long baby blue tunic belted at the waist, with a fancy platinum buckle and only flip flops upon his feet. His great height, strength and endurance allows him to work long hours, lifting entire walls up all at once, making him rather popular amongst the people (even with only 2 points of charisma). Yameril is happy in his current home and strives to protect it and keep it safe from ANY who seek to do harm to it in any way. Being so large, others might think he is loud, but he is a kind man, who just speaks normally for a giant and follows the old idea of treating others as one wishes to be treated. Being a giant, Yameril knows of most of the other humanoids in the area and even a few evil creatures who might have treasures to be taken by anyone willing to slay them (and since they are evil, he sees them as a potential, eventual threat to his current home!). Standing twenty feet tall with bright, violet skin, blue-black hair, eyes of silver and a foot as large as a halfling, makes Yameril quite memorable, even without his booming voice.

4 Ambrose has lived here all his life, has been loyal to the militia when not working as a stable hand and if called to fight, brings his trusty pitchfork (treat as a trident). He stands five eleven, has short brown hair, no facial hair, a pointy nose and eyes of brown, looking quite normal for a human. Ambrose is a young (19) dreamer, but has learned to use that pitchfork like a master (treat as a Fighter +3 to hit and damage), has above average strength (7 and Power Attack), and animals love the man (Animal affinity). Ambrose believes in law and order, as well as goodness, being a near perfect citizen, who wishes to see the town remain safe as he tries to catch the eye of the tavern owners daughter. He is always polite and kind in nature, even helpful... unless someone gets him to drinking (no tolerance, he becomes a hostile, insulting drunk, craving more drink), which he always tries to politely decline. Unfortunately, he only knows about the tavern, the tavern owner, his daughter and about horses, as well as all about the town's militia. What is most notable about Ambrose is how he seems to always have his pitchfork (safety blanket), leaning on it, holding it, using it, patrolling with it etc.

5 Lanard is a man who spends most of his time at the "Obsidian Heart Inn", being found there often during the day or night and has been a regular since the place first opened. Lanard is just a human, who always has a drink in hand, has black hair that is long and silken, a full beard and moustache that looks neat as could be, eyes of green and when he stand, he is light, six foot three, and often staggers from drunkenness. Unknown to most, Lanard was once a rather intelligent mage, who created many of his own spells, owns a huge, hidden spellbook, has money loaned out to several shops but became addicted to alcohol over time, has a horrid memory and has a spell keeping him always neat in appearance. He now wishes only to drink and this will not change (until his memory returns and recalls what he was last doing, years ago). He mutters about others, and will only talk if offered a drink in exchange, even though he always has a pouch of gold on him and then, his voice is quite high when he speaks. He knows much about magic and little else, due to memory loss. It strikes most people as strange, that the drunk always has gold and looks so well, yet spends so much time at the inn.

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Roland Becker from Alzorc Keep, a noble born, with magic in his blood, turned solider. A mass of thick brown curls and strong face, but it his eyes that hold many people since they are violet-blue color. He is well skilled in using a sword, but he really uses his hands that wield the powers of the mage. He would do almost anything to seek out knowledge and discover new things. He is known by many to be charming, forceful, arrogant, but with a inner kindness. Roland has been known to be able to use chemistry to aid in battles and other small feats. The most notable of the man is his ability to get people to tell him anything he wants want to know.

[Andron Farael]

Lyrum Ableforth is the heir to the Ableforth Trading Company fortunes, having used his status and money to coast through life as a member of High Society. He is a tall, lanky middle-aged man who's always well-dressed, with a curled moustache and monocle covering his right eye. Lyrum is quick-witted and equally physically agile, and though he has a charming tongue, can often be found rather off-putting. Lyrum enjoys being wealthy and the trappings of High Society, though these are merely fronts for his true passion; the murder of teenaged girls. He is polite to a fault, even when seething with anger at a foe, speaking pleasantly with a "posh" accent, always in calming or mirthful tones. It is rumored that Lyrum has a weakness for a certain sniffing powder, which he uses to "calm his nerves". Lyrum is always seen with his silver-tipped walking stick and wearing a high top hat.

Erik Varstagg is a grizzled old constable, working one last job. He's a short, stout, fat bald fellow, wearing clothes that speak of a man always on the road. Erik seems slow and dull, and is often discounted as such, though this act hides a sharp mind that prefers careful consideration over quick action. Erik is desperately fighting to stop the Slasher of Little Misses, a notorious serial killer known for the murder of more than fourteen teenage girls before retiring from his profession as an officer of the law. A man of few words, Erik gets right to the point with anyone he meets, to the point of rude crassness. He is said to have been the only man, woman, or child to see the Slasher of Little Misses, and lived to tell the tale. Erik has a long scar, from the back of his head, over a temple, and down along his cheek, a present from his encounter with the Slasher.

Abigail Rasputin is the youngest daughter of Lord Rasputin, just thirteen years old. With blond hair hanging down her back in ringlets, bright blue eyes, a flawless face as white as fine porcelain, and a budding form, Abigail defines beauty and purity. She does well in her studies and behaves like quite the lady during formal functions. Abigail simply wishes to do her Father and Mother proud, while one day hoping to marry a charming and handsome lord. In public, Abigail is polite, gentle, and kind, while in private and with her friends, she can be a bit of a gossip. Recently, Abigail met the Mr. Ableforth, of the Ableforth Trading Company, who seemed quite fond of her. Abigail wears the pendant of her deceased older Sister, Miriam, and can be found occasionally clutching it tightly to ward off the bad dreams she's been experiencing of late.

Markos is a young scribe, having been kidnapped off the streets more than a year ago. The young man wears a pair of trousers and a long-sleeve shirt, with a heavy, manacled chain around his right ankle. Markos is a smart lad, with a skill for language and eloquent speaking, also possessing impeccable penmanship. His only goal is to survive, following the grim order of writing his captor's dreadful life story. Markos only meekly interacts with his captor and the victims, teenage girls who are brought before the boy to be violated and murdered, to give him a better understanding of his captor's dark desires for the memoirs. It is said Markos was hired to pen several advertisements for the Ableforth Trading Company, just before his disappearance. Markos was considered exceptionally handsome for a lad, with black, curly hair.

Red is dead, a spirit chained in a lone, dark room. Though she was once a pretty young bread maker at her Father's shop, Red no longer has a body, and appears occasionally as a red mist. She was once a hard worker, with a kind word and a smile, but now Red has nothing but the horrid memories of her death that continually play over in her mind. Red prays to all of the gods for release from this hell, as she watches over the piles of bones in the lonely room. As she is often confused, it can be hard to urge more than a few coherent lines from Red, and when she does choose to address the living, she can either be somber or extremely angry. Red's Mother was once unfaithful to her husband, having run off with a young, rich, Lyrum Ableforth and breaking up the family. Red often cries out in a high-pitched, soul crushing wail of sadness.

[Ellis Strata]

May Combs (Berry Farmer, Sarkotos)
May "Berry" Combs is a local berry farmer in the soft loam lands in Sarkotos, near Navahla, and has been a staple in markets for years with her fruit. She's a rather frumpy heavyset lady, with bright laugh lines around her mouth and a smile that could warm even the coldest heart. She's kind, caring and has not a negative word to speak about anyone, no matter how foul the deeds they are accused of. She values family and community above money, and it shows as she sells her fruit for little to no profit. Kids often come by to sneak a free berry or two, and she can often be seen chatting it up with local women more than peddling her wares. Her farm was her late husbands dream, and she runs it with the same passions he did, in his honor. People can often pick her out of a crowd by the bright red ribbon in her hair, a gift from him, that people whisper has never left her head!

Crispin Pool (Squire/Page, Sarkotos)
Crispin Pool is a page for the arena combatants in Knifedge, for most of his young life, quickly becoming as staple to the regulars. He's a small teenage boy with green eyes and sandy brown hair, often thought of as frail or sickly, but he's actually perfectly healthy. He's overly enthusiastic, and has been practicing on his swordsmanship to one day be a combatant himself, like those he idolizes. He believes in the strong protecting the weak, and has all the virtues of being a knight, and works tirelessly to be so. The combatants all have fondness for the young boy, and encourage him to persue his dreams. Crispin is actually very smart, and his mind can analyze combat strategies and pinpoint strengths and weaknesses with unerring accuracy. He has a scar, that runs from his right wrist all the way down to his elbow, caused by a wolf attack, from which he was saved by a passing knight.

Ivy (Bard/Songstress, Rumeria)
A mysterious woman called Ivy resides in Glacen in Rumeria, an Iceborn Bard, often heard singing at the local Inn or even in the streets, sad songs of beauty. She's a beauty, curvy and smooth like ice, with flowing silver hair and ice blue eyes, and can turn even the most devout of married man's head with her figure. Like most Bards, her songs can inspire or depressen, but mainly she sings as though each song is about her in some way, as though she was a life of sadness. She is mysterious to a fault, but even so, people claim that while they hear her sing, their pains and burdens slip away, and hers seem to only increase with each listener, as though she was taking their pain from them. Aside from public singing, she is rarely seen or heard from, and getting more than a few words out of her is a rare event indeed. Her secret is that she's an empath, and absorbs the pain of those who can hear her voice, which embodies itself as part of an ever growing holly tattoo on her body. The tattoo, which many assume to be a myth, covers her torso completely, slowly creeping up her chest and down her thighs, hidden by her clothes.

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Sarkotos Based NPC's fresh and available for whatever!

Rufus Flashheart is a former member of the Golden Harp (turned mercenary), an adventuring guild in Sarkotos, and an ex-knight. He is a large beast of a man with a carefully maintained blonde mustache, stern expression, bright blue eyes and strong physique. As a former knight he is highly skilled in strength and combat with a knack for goading the opponent (incite to anger) to focus on him, leaving his allies free to flank and harry the enemy as necessary or offer support. As a knight, his original motivation was to find opponents stronger than he that he could best in glorious battle: however since his possession it is second to gathering enough gold to drink himself into a stupor. Despite his appearance he is open and friendly with others, if a bit loud, even more so if you offer to cover his tab at the Blind Beggar, but he does have a temper if prodded too much about his past. He is very familiar with the local taprooms and can find a bargain, and from his experience has a degree of knowledge regarding demonic possession: there are also buried memories and experiences waiting to be dug out by a careful psion. Rufus is a loud mercenary that blends in with all the other loud mercenaries, but his carefully groomed imperial mustache and chops are simply glorious.

Aedan Melchett is a current member of the Golden Harp, but is less active since the possession. Small, thin and wiry with sandy red hair and brown eyes, he appears to be virtually harmless and in a constant state of shock. He is a healer of the Harp and specialises in magical based remedies, though his hands shake too much now for him to operate mundane poultices or sew wounds so his reliance on arcane healing is overmuch, he is however highly intelligent .. if highly strung. While he is like all healers in that he wants to find the Panacea, he is obsessed with keeping his own hide intact, and will seek self preservation above all. Aedan is timid with others and it takes a while for him to trust, if there is even a hint of demonic attributes he will refuse to cooperate and run in the opposite direction as fast as he can. While he knows everything there is to know about things related to healing, poison, disease etc his local knowledge is severely out of date due to his unwillingness to interact with strangers. Aedan is afflicted with the shakes that become progressively more violent the more out of his depth he is: but he can often be see quaffing a potion of his own design to calm his nerves, the success of which varies.

Vanessa Darling is also a current member of the Golden Harp adventuring group and operates as one of the groups intelligence brokers as a chamer. She is a voluptuous woman with a full figure, dark hair and eyes and ready lips who dresses to best enhance her physical attributes. Vanessa's skills lie in ferreting out information from willing and (formerly) unwilling targets, she is gifted in diplomacy, persuasion and insight though is not very skilled in physical combat unless it is between the sheets. This woman is eternally curious and believes that information is power, and has a particular weakness with haggling so will often strive to get the best deal possible. On the surface she is kind and friendly - especially with men - but her warmth often masks a calculating personality as she sizes up individuals and categorises them based on their perceived worth. Those thinking of Vanessa can often recall nothing more than a large pair of .. wonderful attributes, which is just how she likes it.

Mosstoes Brightwhisker is a small bardic ferret (specialising in dog bladder bagpipes) that joined the Golden Harp after he escaped from the lair of a crazed wizard, who had created him after losing a drunken bet with his arcane circle. He is typical of his breed with light chocolate fur, black toes, a fluffy tail and cream face with a dark brown 'mask': he is often described as painfully cute. Mosstoes is a master of the bardic arts (surprising given a ferrets short attention span), but also shines in the art of stealth and thievery, able to gain access where normal humans cannot due to his size and cuddly exterior. A product of an insane spellcaster he despises mages but is easily distracted by shiny objects and his endless thirst for fresh eggs; though normally underestimated by everyone on Arith he will be easily swayed by someone willing to take him seriously and praise his bagpipes. Mosstoes likes to show off and will whip out his pipes with little provocation, but will become aggressive when someone inevitably cracks a fur stole joke or pulls on his cute little tail. While he can carry a tune he is not particularly intelligent though he is smarter than your average ferret, but he can tell you three hundred ways to cook an egg (though he prefers to eat them raw). He is a talking anthromorphic ferret with a set of bagpipes: that is his distinguishing characteristic, unless he is playing dumb then he blends in well with the forest.

Virtue is a celestial that fell from the sky and was rescued by the Obsidian Heart from demonically possessed members of the Golden Harp, she is afflicted with amnesia and recalls nothing of her past but manages it as best she can in Sarkotos. A frail looking woman with a perpetually bemused expression, she has pale lilac eyes, long white hair and a pair of brilliant white wings often kept 'away' so as not to interfere with day to day life. Virtue is a gifted healer and can manipulate positive energy in a variety of ways, though she is unable to engage in combat and prefers to work in a supportive role. Though unaware of the fact, before her fall she was a brilliant and vicious general who slaughtered hundreds in the name of her God, and it is because of this that she now strives to aid the weak and helpless whenever she can as a subconscious atonement for her blood soaked past. Virtue is naive and kind, unable to think poorly of others and as such is easily led astray by those with bad intentions, though she tries her best to help others and mend the wrong doings of those in her company. Virtue has no memory of her past, but she has access to a vast well of knowledge that may be unpredictable at times: she could recall accurately forgotten kings of ancient lands but be unable to recall what she had for breakfast that morning. Her most distinguishing characteristics are her bright eyes and soft voice, and is known in the slums as that "shining lady with the kind hands".

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Dinari is a young snow elf, mage, who has spent most of her life in her community atop of the Knockskull Mountains, the highest peaks between Northness and Greysage. She is a tall, thin, pale woman with slender features, ice light blue eyes (with little silver flicks in them), and pearl white hair. She is an extremely intelligent mage, but also an extremely naive elf, having seen near to nothing of the outside world. She quite possibly believes that only good creatures can exist outside of her lands- for how can evil beings thrive when they are so self-destructive? She has never witnessed nor known of a conflict in her lifetime. When approached by others, she would take things very literal when asked- valuing cold logic over matters of the heart. (very Spock like). Her favorite outfit is a long white robe, with white fur attacked, from a old pet snow wolf who had died of natural causes (Doesn't believe in wasting). She carries a white birch tree staff with a crystal on the top of it, which glows hot blue when activated.

Dranore is a older (almost ancient) male Silver Dragon who prefers the physical appearance of an old human mage with white beard- (he hasn't changed into his dragon form in almost three centuries at this point.) As a young dragon, he grew up in the mountains of the Frigid Bluffs of Rumeria, before the onslaught of evil creatures pushed him inwards to Glacen, City of Ice. Nowadays he lives out his 'retirement' in Glacen, as a well respected official and confidante to the ruling family (in matters of city politics and magic only). In human form, he is very average looking, wearing a light gray robe with silver embroidered embellishments along the large cuff rims. He is an extremely intelligent mage- and also very well learned in the ways of the world- having seen many wars and tribes from this land come and go over his many centuries of his life. When approached by others, he would take things very slowly- but kindly- valuing a characters virtue and sense of noble sacrifice, over things like power and talent. He did once have a very large treasure horde, but has since moved the most costly, beautiful, and powerful of choice items from that horde into a hidden cave, high up above Glacen City's ice dome.

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Evelyn (NW NPC)
Evelyn is a striking beauty currently employed as the face and gatekeeper of the Nefarious Works Guild. Tall and slender her hair of onyx black contrasts greatly against her pale skin as the curves and rises of her body compliment her frame. Her powers have never been displayed tho what seems to be simultaneous appearances at various NW locations, as well as the fact she holds such a position in the guild, would suggest some level of magical skills. In addition her administrative skills are unparalleled and her abilities in assisting members find what they need are legendary. Much like her powers, her motivation and purpose for joining, and remaining in, Nefarious Works is unknown. Speculation between members has whispered of a familial tie between the Guild Master and Evelyn, a Master and servant situation, to even that she is in fact the leader herself. You will find conversation with Evelyn to be standard fare of complete and professional but hardly fulfilling. Your questions will be answered with a smile, your words will be met with a steady gaze, and your flirtatious suggestions will be met with a knowing grin and silent “not a chance in hell” stance in body language. Beyond Evelyn’s connoisseur skills, her knowledge of the active needs of the less reputable community is without measure and at times it can even be as if she knows what is going to happen before it does… but that’s not possible it is? The only distinguishing feature, save for her gothic beauty, would be the skull adorned coin tattooed on the inside of her right wrist.

Nerq (NW NPC)
The obnoxious, foul mouthed, pointed ear, bipedal vermin of a demonic imp employed by the NW Guild to handle its cleaning needs. Of course by employed it is really a case of summoned slavery of a demon to do the bidding of its master. Standing no more than three feet and with a gut that looks like it swallowed a house cat Nerq is tasked with all matters of Guild clean up: rooms, bodies, murder scenes, rituals, etc. Using a combination of magic and lesser imps under the Guild’s control and his authority Nerq fulfills his never ending duty to those that summoned him. It is his lack of freedom and choice in the matter that makes him a lazy little bum who is constantly reminded, rather harshly, by Evelyn that things need to get done. His interactions with others can be said to be rude and off putting at best and down right nasty and brawl worthy at worse. While a worthless gnome cousin in most cases his knowledge of the Guild’s properties and the surrounding areas is rather complete and noteworthy. He can certainly get you to where you need to go without anyone seeing you. Similar to Evelyn Nerq also as a NW brand, though his is on his right ass cheek, and the fact that he is a crimson colored demonic imp kind of makes him stand out in general. He also enjoys having his face pierced so a plethora of rings and dumbbells cover his face at all angles.

Keldrin Alet’tat (Underdark NPC)
The slender, condescending, pompous, and ornately adorned Master of the Inspection Center in Or’shanse. Keldrin was despised by just about everyone and every department within Or’shanse except perhaps the treasury. There was no question that he knew what he was doing and the funds that rolled into the city through his inspection center was a major source of income. Having inherited the position from his late grandfather, well it was more of a hostile takeover, but none-the-less, Keldrin is a shrewd and brilliant individual with a mind for numbers and pockets for bribes. Some say his goal is one day to purchase all of Or’shanse for his own. Being in the position he is in his interactions with others can be whatever he pleases for if they don’t wish to deal with him then they don’t get into the city. Keldrin’s knowledge of the city’s codes and varying decrees, and his ability to remember the changes with ease, makes him good at his job, a fact that annoys those he deals with even more. It is hard to not know you are speaking with Keldrin given the amount and quality of jewelry and robes that he wears.

Oxe, The Blacksmith (Underdark NPC)
Oxe, The Blacksmith, is, even by surface dweller standards, massive. Almost as wide as he is tall Oxe is all muscle and surprisingly, charm. He is a bald human with muscles upon muscles and burnt copper skin from working the forge all his life. His maces are heavy and strong and his blades swift and sharp. He is considered traditional, his works simply the weapons or tools that others can enchant or engrave. A man who enjoys banging, both metal and… other things, he is motivated by his internal drive of forging and pleasure. That is because the wives of his customers love his services as much as their husbands love their new weapons. The strong silent type he has a decent smile but a gruff demeanor, a true “wilderness man” who just happens to live in an underground stone city wilderness. While he is generally too busy to mine his own materials he is aware of several mineral rich locations that he prefers to keep secret. His size, in all aspects, can’t be missed or mistaken for someone else.

Britix Stonegrinder (Underdark NPC)
A short, even for his race, and adventurous gnome with a permanent table and room at The Trinkets of the Underdark. As a merchant and delver his name is known. Some say it is because of his size, others his fearless disposition, but regardless of the reason Britix seems to find the most unique and rare of trinkets and gems. Always out and about with a personal chip on his little shoulder to find something even more remarkable than before Britix has found love and fulfillment in the deep, dark cracks of the world. A pleasant gnome in general, so long as he doesn’t think you are trying to cheat him, Britix enjoys a good conversation with just about anyone. Heck, it is said he was once seen talking to the very rock he was trying to squeeze under. The same source said the rock was talking back so the authenticity is in question. If ever you need information on the less traveled areas of the underdark, Britix could be your man… gnome. His shortness, even for a gnome, does make it easy to locate him… metaphorically speaking anyway.