| Obsidian Demon | This small, angular creature seems to be made of a shiny black glass.
Its pointy head has two brightly glowing red eyes, and its fingers are
tipped with long, sharp claws. It moves with uncanny speed, and leaps towards
you!
The obsidian demon hisses evilly at you! |
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| Obsidian Statue | This tall, finely-chiseled stone statute glitters darkly in the light.
Carved to resemble a mail-clad dark-elf bearing a long sword, it stands
guard over the black gates.
You get a chill of disquiet from the obsidian statue's unnatural silence. |
| Ocean Hawk | These soft brown birds soar gracefully around the island cliffs. They build their nests high up in the rocks, and only attack when they believe danger threatens their young.
The ocean hawk snaps at you viciously! |
| Ogre | This huge figure towers nearly ten feet above the ground. It wears
heavy leather skins, and wields a massive club bound with iron. The ogre's
massive musculature makes you feel like an insect compared to his power.
The ogre roars in fury! |
| Ogre Gladiator | The massive ogres bred for arena combat are fierce indeed. Their stupidity
has been focused so that they obey every command from their superiors,
and their berserk fighting style makes them devastating in battle.
The ogre gladiator grins stupidly and roars, "You weak, me STRONG!" |
| Ogre Grunt | These brutish ogres are used for intimidation and as shock troops.
Their massive bulk and incredible strength, coupled with their nearly inexhaustible
fighting power, make them effective fighting machines despite their clumsiness
and extreme stupidity.
The ogre grunt grins stupidly and roars, "You weak, me STRONG!" |
| Ogre-Mage | The powerful ogre-mages are ogres who have been magically altered so
that their intelligence is increased, and so they have gained magical powers.
They are cunning and intimidating foes who have no love for other races.
Their ruthlessness and bloodlust is legendary.
The ogre-mage grins savagely at you, explosing shiny pointed teeth. |
| Old Amazon Woman | This old, wrinkled woman wears a simple robe with a crooked staff, which she waves occasionally in front of her. She stands hunched over and you wonder how she could have survived like this in a savage land. She waits expectantly for you to speak.
The old woman reaches out and studies your face and clothing. "Greetings, stranger. I have not heard your voice around these parts before. I see by your dress you are a great fighter. We are in the need of the services of fighters these days. A terrible battle was fought here lately, and many of our warriors were lost." She pauses here, and a sad expression comes over her face. "As you may have noticed, there are many things in our city that we have acquired as the result of raiding across the great waters. Many useful tools and weapons, as well as livestock and slaves have come to our city over the years. About two years ago we acquired a slave with some minor talents in healing and curative skills. He has lived peacefully in our city for some time, treating our wounded and providing restorative brews to myself and the other elders of this city. Sadly that has all changed since the stranger arived." |
| Old Gypsy Man | Despite the fact that he appears ancient as the world, this tall, well-dressed
man is spry and strongly built. He has a crafty gleam in his eye, and his
hands never stray far from the scimitars hanging from his belt.
The old gypsy, appearing quite dour and unhappy, grunts and gestures towards his wares, but speaks no further. |
| Old Gypsy Woman | It is a wonder this ancient woman is still alive. She seems older than
stone. A strange aura of otherworldly power surrounds her, and a feeling
that she sees beyond the normal world fills you. She would make a powerful
enemy.
The ancient gypsy woman looks up from her deck of cards, and says: "Well met, traveler. What seek ye of old Aggie? Perhaps yet wish yer fortune told... though if ye do, two warnings I may give ye: firstly, it shall cost ye ten pieces of gold. Secondly, the fortune ye get be not always the fortune ye want, and old Aggie'll nary take the responsibility for ye if ye be cursed by a nasty destiny. On the other hand, pr'aps lady luck be smiling on ye t'day, hmm?" |
| Old Man #1 | This wizened man sits here on a carved wooden bench. He wears faded
grey robes with what appear to have once been symbols on them. His gaze
wanders around vaguely, but as you turn to look away, you think you see
him appraise you shrewdly out of the corner of his eye.
The old man looks you over, and with a grin says "Ah, another ADVENTURER thinks he can save this town from its current peril. Or are you one of those NASTY sorts who thrives on chaos?". He grins at you over that last statement. |
| Old Man #2 - Asylum | This old, wized man is garbed in tattered robes and is chained to the
wall. Despite his advanced aga, his gaze is piercing and he appears more
than competent.
The old man looks at you curiously, as if not expecting to see you here. "This is unexpected, " he says with a slight grin, "the only visitors I normally get are nightmares and lunatics who run amok in this haunted place. I have been locked up here for years uncounted, and no one of right mind would would come here. People are put here to be forgotten, not found." |
| Onyx Guardian | It is hard to say whether this onyx beast is man or monster, but it looks just as fearsome. Finely cut gems are somehow kept together by some force, and the eyes of the guardian seem to gaze at you, searching for something. |
| Orc Captain | This tall, powerfully built orc has jet black skin and glowing red
eyes. He wears glittering black chainmail, and wields a heavy scimitar.
His evil grin exposes his sharp yellow fangs.
The orc captain leers at you cruelly, and brandishes his weapon. |
| Orc Fanatic | Garbed in a sleeveless leather tunic, runic tattoos play across the orc's well muscled arms. A wicked looking halberd made of the orcish black steel moves fluidly back and forth in the beasts hands with the quickness of a weapon half its size.
The orc fanatic leers at you cruelly, and brandishes his weapon. |
| Orc Lieutenant | This tall, ferocious-looking orc wears chainmail and wields a razor-sharp
scimitar, a sure sign of high rank. He is disciplined and holds himself
in such a manner as to indicate that he knows how to use his weapon skilfully.
The orc lieutenant looks you up and down contemptuously, and draws his weapon with unsettling ease. |
| Orc Rogue | With its squinting narrow eyes, sharp pointed teeth, and harsh, callous
demeanor, the figure before you could only be an orc. It is wearing rigid
leather Armour, and carries a readied shortsword. It looks around furtively,
as if searching for trouble.
The orc rogue grins evilly at you, and eyes your purse! |
| Orc Sentry | This leather-clad warrior has the unmistakeable features of an orc.
It wields a wickedly sharp scimitar, and stands with uncharacteristic discipline
for its race.
The orc sentry draws his blade and shouts, "HALT scum!" |
| Orc Shaman | This brutal-looking figure is garbed in a rough brown robe. Glowing
red eyes peer at you from the depths of its hood, and it waves its clawed
hands about in mystical patterns. An evil aura emanates from this creature.
The orc shaman growls at you menacingly! |
| Orc Trainee | Wearing a tattered suit of chainmail, bruises and cuts show that this orc has been greatly abused. Looking to prove themselves in a fight and get the title of Warrior, this orc is looking to do battle.
The orc fanatic leers at you cruelly, and brandishes his weapon. |
| Orc Warleader | You are looking at a powerfully muscled orc, wearing a full chainmail
suit and wielding a wickedly curved battle-axe. A number of large pouches
hang from his belt, and a grey wolf's cloak hanges from his shoulders.
Strapped to his left arm is a large black shield.
The orc warleader snarls and exclaims, "Pathetic intruder, I know not how you found my secret lair, but you shall not leave it alive! After I take your head with my axe, I will set it upon a pike outside my door!" |
| Orc Warlord | Massive muscles ripple underneath the black scale armour of this vicious-looking
orc. Hardened in the fires of countless battles, the orc warlord is a ruthless
and cunning leader who does not hesitate to sacrifice his troops when needed,
and never retreats from combat.
The orc warlord grins evilly at you, and spits spitefully on the ground. Hefting his massive axe, he roars a battle-cry and charges! |
| Orc Warrior #1 | This tall, ferocious-looking orc wears chainmail and wields a razor-sharp
scimitar, a sure sign of high rank. His is disciplined and holds himself
in such a manner as to indicate that he knows how to use his weapon skilfully.
The orc warrior looks you up and down contemptuously, and draws his weapon with unsettling ease. |
| Orc Warrior #2 | This tall, muscular orc is garbed in a well-maintained suit of chainmail,
and glares at you through the eyeslits of a steel helm. He wields a wickedly-curved
scimitar, and wields it with deadly competence.
The orc warrior leers at you cruelly, and brandishes his weapon. |
| Orfeo Talespinner | Before you stands one of the heroes of old! Ancient indeed is Orfeo
of the Host of Light, who banished the Dark One to his prison in the days
of yore. Retired now (but no less powerful), he is content to play music
on his lute in his inn.
Orfeo smiles slightly, saying, "Welcome to my inn, wanderer. For a modest price, you may rest upstairs, or have a warm meal. Ale and wine are available if you so choose. For the musically inclined, I have a selection of fine instruments for sale. By the way, there are bandits patrolling south of the swamp, and packs of wild dogs to the north. The northern route is longer, but easier. The gypsies across the road are friendly as long as they are respected. The old woman is a powerful seer, and causing her or her family harm would incur her considerable wrath. Once a bandit tried to strike her, but she laid a deadly wasting curse upon him. He didn't last the day." With that, he waves a hand and sits back. For one with such an illustrious background, he has oddly little to say. Perhaps he is a man of few words, or he is trying to forget the past. |
| Owlbear | This huge, ponderous creature appears to be some sort of cross between
a bear and a bird -- it has a massive, furred body, and the head and beak
of an oversized owl. Although it looks extremely powerful, it does not
appear too quick or perceptive.
The owlbear roars in fury! |
