:: Random NPC—Oyibo, Leonian Wunderkind ::

Oyibo (“White”)

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/11/16

a leonian

Race: Leonian

Age: Middle-Aged

Gender: Male

Stature: Tall

Physical: Narrow Shoulders

Outwardly: Enraged

Inwardly: Embarrassed

Profession: Law Enforcement

Magic: Wunderkind—Love/Enmity

Catchphrase: “You dare to enter the den of the Kahina, infidel scum!?”

Entering the forest clearing at last, you cross the threshold between underbrush and polished flagstone. The den of the Kahina spreads out before you in a perfect flat circle. At its center, nearly 50 feet away, a tall leonian male stands, facing away from you. A long, billowing ceremonial cape hangs from his narrow shoulders, as shock white as his albino fur. You take but one more step and his left ear twitches, marking the sound. An instant later a roar rings out across the den and he is upon you in seconds. “You dare enter the den of the Kahina, infidel scum!?” he bellows, bearing down on you, flashing clawed gauntlets of jeweled silver.

:: Random NPC—Warrun, Córean Druid ::

Warrun (“Sky”)

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/28/15

Race: Córean (Ravens)

Age: Middle-Aged

Gender: Male

Stature: Tall

Physical: Tattoo on Big Head

Outwardly: Overwhelmed

Inwardly: Moody

Profession: None

Magic: Druid—Awakened

Animal: Whale “Akama”

Catchphrase: “What are you doing here…? Why have you come? Don’t you understand, you’ve ruined everything!”

The wind picks up, tugging the ship along a little faster across the waves of the Eastern Sea. High overhead, a black winged figure circles. With very little preamble the bird-like creature dives, cutting through the air between it and the ship. Alighting on the edge of the crow’s nest, the Córean cocks its large head to the side to get a better look at you. When he hops down, landing only feet away, you notice a large portion of his head feathers have molted off, revealing a tattoo of a stylized whale. “What are you doing here…? This ship can't be here! Don’t you understand, you’ve ruined everything!”

:: Random NPC—Wyrtweard, Stranger of Darkness ::

Wyrtweard (“Plant-Guard”)

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/28/15

Race: Stranger (Minor God from Another World)

Age: Venerable

Gender: Male

Stature: Average

Physical: Short Neck

Outwardly: Cheerful

Inwardly: Domineering

Profession: Gardener

Magic: Avatar—Darkness

Catchphrase: “Hello! What exactly brings you to my neck of the woods?”

You turn the map around in your hands, convinced it has somehow changed while you weren’t looking. The canopy of the dense jungle seems to choke the light of day into a dull haze, preventing you from gaining your bearings. Resolving that staying put could not possibly be better than pressing on, you step over one of several identical patches of shaggy ink cap mushrooms, choose a direction, and start walking. Suddenly, you are met by an invisible wall. No, not a wall, but a crumpled—yet infinitely sturdy—old man whose head seems to have collapsed onto his shoulders with nothing in between. He was so well integrated with the shadows that you did not notice him before. “Hello!” he says with a light laugh, as if he were greeting you at the entrance to a festival on a sunny day. “What exactly brings you to my neck of the woods?”

:: Random NPC—Gotama, Dragon Druid ::

Gotama (“Best Ox”)

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/26/15

Race: Dragon (Lizards)

Scales: Blue

Age: Venerable

Gender: Male

Stature: Average

Physical: Small Mouth

Outwardly: Surprised

Inwardly: Overwhelmed

Profession: Sailor

Magic: Druid—Ranger

Land Type: Valley

Catchphrase: “What!? All this time and still a traveler comes to appease Gotama!?”

Descending the hills into the valley, you approach the river and drink to refresh yourself before moving on. As you settle your equipment, a geyser of water suddenly erupts from the river, throwing you backward to the ground with alarm. Slowly, steadily, the river parts and an enormous blue reptilian head lifts up out of it, showering you with sprays of water. The venerable dragon spots you, jerks back, and hauls all of its bulk out of the river at once, causing the earth to shake. It opens its small mouth and speaks: “What!? All this time and still a traveler comes to appease Gotama!?”

:: Random NPC—Gentleman Leofrick ::

Gentleman Leofrick

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/22/15

Homeland: Armenia

Age: Middle-Aged

Gender: Male

Stature: Short

Physical: Big Nose

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Strawberry

Outwardly: Happy

Inwardly: Suspicious

Profession: Bottler

Money: Well-Off

Catchphrase: “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my humble enterprise. Do mind the bottles, won’t you? Wouldn’t want anything untoward happening, now would we?”

The tour guide leads you and the group further into the bottling warehouse, where a stout well-dressed man stands, his hands perched on the jeweled globe atop his cane. His strawberry-colored handlebar mustache—curving out from under a rather large nose—twitches twice. As if this were a sign of your coming, he turns and takes in the sight of your group. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my humble enterprise.” He bows. “Do mind the bottles, won’t you? Wouldn’t want anything untoward happening, now would we?”

:: Random NPC—Duchess Fendrel ::

Duchess Fendrel

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/15/15

Homeland: Burgundy

Age: Middle-Aged

Gender: Male

Stature: Short

Physical: Clean-Shaven

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Auburn

Outwardly: Happy

Inwardly: Focused

Profession: Fisherman

Money: Working-Class

Catchphrase: “Good day to you, fellows! Sit with me awhile, for the air is fine and the catches are willing!”

You pause by the gangplank for no more than a moment when a fisherman hails you from the edge of the docks. His auburn hair is pulled back into a stylish tail, and his clean-shaven face makes him appear far younger than he really is. “Good day to you, fellows! Sit with me awhile, for the air is fine and the catches are willing!”

:: Random NPC—Seaman Henry ::

Seaman Henry

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/13/15

Homeland: Roman Empire

Age: Adult

Gender: Male

Stature: Tall

Physical: Small Nose

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Blonde

Outwardly: Hurt

Inwardly: Determined

Profession: Steward

Money: Rich

Catchphrase: “Forgive me; I have just come from addressing a personal matter. Let us discuss the matter at hand.”

As you walk into the spacious mansion, the butler greets you at the door. Ushering you into the sitting room, the butler reminds you that the master is not in and the steward will be with you presently. You study your sumptuous surroundings in the butler’s absence until at last a tall, blonde man enters dressed in fine attire. He presses a work-gnarled finger under his long, small nose with marked emotion. “Forgive me; I have just come from addressing a personal matter. Let us discuss the matter at hand.”

:: Random NPC—Patriarch Benedict ::

Patriarch Benedict

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/11/15

Homeland: Brittany

Age: Middle-Aged

Gender: Male

Stature: Average

Physical: Small Head

Eyes: Violet

Hair: Red

Outwardly: Hopeless

Inwardly: Calm

Profession: Astrologer

Money: Poor

Catchphrase: “YOU! Walking corpses, the lot! You’re already dead! Already dead...”

A clatter of objects comes from behind when a manic robed man speeds past you, looks around frantically and then slumps to the ground, despondent. The moment he notices you, his eyes grow wide in his small head and he waggles a warning finger in your direction. “YOU! Walking corpses, the lot! You’re already dead! Already dead…”