Showing posts with label Long Neck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Long Neck. Show all posts

Friday, June 19, 2015

:: Random NPC—Emyr, Bórean Mage ::

Emyr (“Ruler”)
by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/18/15


a bórean
Race: Bórean
Age: Young
Gender: Female
Stature: Short
Physical: Long Neck
Outwardly: Sorrowful
Inwardly: Helpless
Profession: Farmer
Magic: Mage—Conjuration/Abjuration
Catchphrase: “Emyr.”


Entering the chambers of the Athanasian Council, the ambassadors all file in and take their seats. Last to enter is a siren holding the hand of a small, furry child wearing large clawed gloves and a hood featuring a mole’s snout. As the siren raises the child up to sit in one of the council seats you realize that it is not a child, but a little bórean girl with a longer-than-usual neck for her kind. Almost immediately upon being settled, she begins fiddling with her claws with a sad expression, clearly not paying attention to the proceedings. The ambassadors introduce themselves, ending with the little bórean girl. The siren reminds her to speak when it is her turn. “Emyr,” she says softly, and returns to staring at her hands.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

:: Random NPC—Lin, Winslie Wizard ::

Lin (“Gem”)
by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/27/15


Race: Winslie (Spider/Octopus/Tree)
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Stature: Average
Physical: Long Neck
Outwardly: Tired
Inwardly: Scared
Profession: Sheriff
Magic: Wizard—Summoning/Banishment
Catchphrase: “I am the sheriff. Summon the moot! There’s been an offense against the crown...or will be very soon!”


Upon advice from the locals, you go looking for the sheriff to settle the matter of your missing possessions. You find that she is not in the moot hall, and not in her arcane study. Only then do you hear a soul-splitting wail from the direction of the desert. Arriving at the edge of town, you see a cloaked winslie woman staggering forward, clutching her head. Extending her long neck in your direction, she hastily pulls her hood down over her glowing eyes. You mention that you were looking for the sheriff. “I am the sheriff,” she says with heavy breaths. “Summon the moot! There has been an offense against the crown...or will be very soon!”