:: 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—Llywelyn, Bórean Priestess ::

Llywelyn (“Lion”)

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/26/15

Race: Bórean (Moles)

Age: Middle-Aged

Gender: Female

Stature: Tall

Physical: Small Hands

Outwardly: Angry

Inwardly: Troubled

Profession: Farmer

Magic: Priest—Dark

Catchphrase: “You have desecrated this unholy place. Now, by the command of the Darkness, you shall die.”

You cut through the farmer’s field to shave a little distance off your journey; surely what the old codger doesn’t know won’t hurt him. But as you walk, the sky begins to darken, and the clouds, once white and puffy, take on the bright red of blood. The roar of a lion pulls your attention back to the ground, where you see an enormous cat wreathed in a mane of fire. Beside it stands the tallest Bórean you’ve ever seen (still only the height of a tall child). The mole-person squints her beady eyes, raises her small clawed hands to either side, and utters: “You have desecrated this unholy place. Now, by the command of the Darkness, you shall die.” The flaming lion rears back to leap on its prey.

:: 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—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…”