"I am Dumfis al Atrash" putting his hands together palm to palm in front of his chest and bow from his waist. "I am .... was a caravan guard from the Desert Kingdom in the southern lands. Guarding other peoples goods as we went up and down the mighty Khet. I have traveled from the 2nd Nome of the Lower Khet all the way up to the 10th Nome of the Upper Khet until finally making this trip all the way up to your northern lands."
"Many a bandit and desert raider I have fought and put to flight with my Javelins, supporting my fellow guards in our fights."
"As I have said I can fight and I can navigate by the stars, and while this place is no desert, stars are stars and reading them is the same." "Also I am experienced in seeing that the loads of pack animals are secured and of handling them in a pack train."
"Alas for this trip it seems I joined up with a less than honorable group of some what seedy caravan guards". "They were some what flexible in their view of right and wrong and saw no problem with helping themselves to small items from the caravan we guarded to supplement their pay". "I swear on Ma'at's holy breasts that I never took anything, but to my shame I would act as a lookout and share in the wealth".
"Upon reaching our destination the merchant found items missing from his stock". "He accuses all of us of the thefts, with no thought to degree of the crime" "Because of this, this soiled one found it wisest to be elsewhere and has ended up here, where you see me today".
"I am sure Qebui has blown my name back to my homeland and told the Khettim authorities of the unjust accusations of the merchant and has named me thief".
Funklebun was employed until last week as the manager of the Botanical Fishing Gardens of Khaboom. These extensive gardens are home not only to wildly extravagant exotic plants but also to the most splendid collection of tropical fish imaginable. The fish thrive there and so a troop of fisher-gnomes are engaged to cull the population periodically, otherwise relaxing in the temperate climate and spinning yarns that are broadcast via scrying stones in some of the more upmarket taverns throughout the city. Funklebun's job, in essence, was to prod the gnomes into culling action when necessary - since they become intensely absorbed by their own wondrous stories - and to prevent them from niggling one another, as they are quite competitive.
Seven nights ago, when Funklebun was sleeping off a birthday bender spent in the company of his docker mates at the Sullied Trousers Tavern, all 23 gnomes 'disappeared'. Evidence suggests they were kidnapped and the trail points in the direction of a remote cairn. Funklebun needs to redeem himself. The gnomes are very popular and right now he is not.
More mundanely, Funklebun grew up near Hickory Docks but never wanted to be a stevedore like his old man. He saved up from his part-time job wheeling old people up the city's many hills so that he could attend Grawp's Intensive Make or Break Warrior Training Camp. He worked as a heavy for a few seedy merchants and then made enough money to allow him to be picky about future work from a series of three dungeon delves, all of which saw him return to the surface alone. His reputation became bi-polar: no one wanted to delve with him after three times unlucky but his story lit up the Khaboom City Chronicles briefly and he he got the plum Botanical Gardens job. He is committed to the single life but will tango with the ladies if they are robustly built.
Lorendiac, son of Thoonor, wayfarer of the Purple Night clan. Banished for life.
From Gull to Khazan, Lorendiac goes by many names: The Nightman, Lor of Torill, Goldwalker. In the shadows of night under the cloak of darkness he moves from town to city to village lest a spy of Thoonor tracks him down.
Now he finds himself at the other side of the world and feels death is no longer stalking him. He is the rightful chieftain of the Purple Night clan, but to stay would be to bring murder on his allies. The Rite of Chiefs states a new chieftain must sacrifice a family member to show his clan is closer than blood. He was to murder his sister, Theena. Lorendiac fought his father - he would not kill his own flesh and blood. His father banished him from the clan, but Lorendiac knows that he has disgraced his family and his father likely dispatched a Galun Dor - an elven huntress who kills for sport.
Now Lorendiac braves the cold lands to harden himself against the world. He seeks to hone his martial abilities against the denizens of tunnels and chambers old so that he will one day return to his father and take him on in mortal combat.
Curator of Trollish Delver Denizen of Trollhalla Drinker of grog
Telfur Bullneck is young, at only 50, for a dwarf who has decided to leave his community and go adventuring. His family are hard-working artisans from the mountain settlements north of Stormgard. He is determined to win renown and gold so that he can return to his family and make their lives easier. This makes him sound like someone who is only out for himself and what he can get but he has a strong sense of duty and would always be true to any companions he has in his treasure-hunting endeavours. He expects similar respect in return and rather like Mr Darcy, his good opinion once lost is lost forever
Polly Barnham was a good time hobbit, a professional lady, if you know what I mean. She got in the family way by one Lazarus Cruckshank, most feared goblin pirate of the bay of bananas, at least that is what he told her before he left his 5 copper pieces on the mantle piece and went back to his ship. Lazarus T Barnham was born shortly after. Neither a goblin nor a hobbit he didn't fit anywhere. He has made a living variously as a jellied eel salesman, a trader of used pipes, a fisherman, a deckhand and (mostly recently) a card sharp. He diddled the wrong people out some money and decided to leave town that very night.
Iulius Cruxplate hails from G'eon, on the Dragon's Claw. Iulius spent his early days in informal training to be a fighter, because he lost his father when he was a boy and as the oldest son, needed to protect his 2 younger brothers.
His deranged mother, driven mad by the loss of her husband, ran away to join the Circus. After many years of raising his brothers to manhood, he was taken under the wing of his Uncle Caius, who was able to use his influence to enroll him in the Fighters College for his formal training in melee combat techniques. He learned his lessons well, and had his sights set on a military career.
However, tragedy struck while he was away, as his 2 brothers were buried under 2 tons of horse manure in a freak fertilizing accident.
A deeply religious man, Iulius questioned his faith and his purpose in life. He left his village to wander the world in search of purpose and meaning.
Along the way, he met another lost soul in The Bony Midwife Tavern. After many nights of drunken whoring, the 2 men decided to band together to find new purpose in life.
They set off together on an adventure, when tragedy deals Iulius yet another blow. His traveling companion, after many nights of insisting on sleeping in wet socks, against the advice of Iulius, caught the fever and died.
Iulius hopes his next adventure has a better ending.
Is it absolutely certain that his brothers are dead and not just taking root for greater days to come?
I will say that there were rumors of an old wizard who was mumbling something under his breath during the funeral rites for the 2 unfortunate brothers. Their gravesite is also oddly lush with plant growth. Hmmm.....