A former gambler and shyster, the antics of Blotto were once known in every watering hole, gambling den and sleaze pit from here to Slom. Now on the slow path to reform, he's taken up courier duties to con a bit of extra coin and brought his trusty Stick along for the ride!
The Golden Skipper is a species long-rumored to exist, but rarely seen in the wild. Among sailors of the high seas, there have been tales passed down through the centuries of a creature whose cuteness is legend, and whose adorableness rises to a level that defies mortal understanding. It can only be assumed that this is one such rare beast.
Below me trees unnumber'd rise, beautiful in various dyes; the gloomy pine, the poplar blue, the yellow beech, the sable-yew, the slender fir, that taper grows, the sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs...
A shaman must take good care of his skin! Rhasta's master instructed. Therefore, always wear a hat to keep off the sun, and no less the evil influence of the moon. And then the old man always broke into laughter. And if you believe that, I have a bag of herbs here that will confer infinite wealth and immortality.
His old master said, Be clear what you are about, for these simple village folk read menace and evil intent into poor communication. Therefore Rhasta created a simple visual menu of the services he offers, and wears it in plain sight.
When the Red Mist consumed the Thousand Tarns, the lakes turned red with the blood of the slain. Many demons masquerading as the lawmakers and priests of that doomed civilization were also destroyed, their blood mixing with that of the mortals they once ruled.