Old Gobo the Axe Hobo
"Aye, you've got cigarettes, I've got axes, I think we can come to an agreement here."
There is an old road that runs through the forest between Drakemire and Aldor, and for many years that road was haunted by bandits and angry, territorial dire bears. Now that road is haunted by Old Gobo. Local barons were relieved to find that they could defend the forest road more efficiently and much more cheaply simply by having travelers pay Old Goro in cigarettes. Even the dire bears now know to fear his scratchy, hoarse-throated yell.
Elder Magus K'raall Keshvar
"I hear and obey . . . for now."
In the sun-soaked lands to the east, stratified caste systems generally mean the best a poor orc can hope for is to be enslaved to a master that isn't too horrifically abusive. K'raal Keshvar refused to settle. Through many years of scheming, plotting, bribing, assassinating, diet, and exercise, he managed to claw all the way up into the Emperor's cabal of mages. He's next up for the title of Grand Magister . . . if he can survive his fellow backstabbing cabal members' unfriendly intentions.
Sam and Elle
"What is that? Is it a friend?"
"NO ELLE, NOT A FRIEND"
In the cyberpunk post-apoc future, civilization's wealthy live in luxurious megacities while the less fortunate farm dirt out in the blasted wastelands. Sam grew up out there and if there's one thing she knows, it's how to survive. Elle is a Consort Droid custom-ordered by a wealthy city-dweller, chock full of fetish mods and completely oblivious to life outside the Red House. Through a barely-credible series of entertaining hijinks they somehow ended up stuck together, but it's anybody's guess whether this unlikely pair will be able to overcome their differences and keep each other alive out there in the unforgiving wastes.
High Archivist Everol Elvero
"If you seek mischief in the Archives, your quest will be short-lived . . . as will you."
There is no greater collection anywhere in the world of books, scrolls, artifacts, and treasures than the great Library of Myneria, and no greater student of its accumulated lore than Elvero. Nobody really knows how many years he has presided as High Archivist, because no one can really remember a time when he wasn't there. You have not known true fear until you have been shushed in the Library by the High Archivist, and you have not seen true genius until you've watched him organize a shelf of books. While speedreading two of them. Blindfolded. And shushing you before you've even opened your mouth to exclaim, "holy shit!"
Jepherus, Centaur Tinker
"Want to buy some rope?"
If you've ever gone travelling in Aldor, chances are good you've run into Jepherus at least once. He somehow seems to be everywhere at once, especially when someone finds themselves stranded in need of some trinket to move on with their journey. Whether it's weapons, tools, food, dirty magazines, or just the latest gossip, Jepherus has it all, and at unbeatable prices too. Well, at least, you aren't going to find anyone else standing on the roadside in the middle of nowhere offering better.
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