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'''Bexar''' is a Thousand Curses gang member and a street poet. His posture and physical strength make him out for being taller than he really is, and his ebony skin is criss-crossed with nasty scars. Bexar operates a number of protection rackets for bordellos and opium dens around in the North Quarter for the Thousand Curses. The soft-spoken thug has never brought any problems into Haze, but he does share his poems from time to time. | '''Bexar''' is a Thousand Curses gang member and a street poet. His posture and physical strength make him out for being taller than he really is, and his ebony skin is criss-crossed with nasty scars. Bexar operates a number of protection rackets for bordellos and opium dens around in the North Quarter for the Thousand Curses. The soft-spoken thug has never brought any problems into Haze, but he does share his poems from time to time. | ||
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'''The Lords' Table''' is set aside for the regular dragon's gambit players. They share no traits save for their gambling addictions The usual suspects include "the Lord" '''Seibasar Gulwar''' the mustachioed merchant and namesake of the gambler group, a vain braggart whose arrogance ill suits his seniority at the table. He claims to be a survivor from the Battle of Mishaka but nobody believes him. There is '''Cynis Mengs''', a Dragonblood from the Realm who owns qat fields outside the City who deals in whenever she is in Great Forks for business. There is '''Larinor''', the spoiled son of Oobal the Gold-Scaled Wyrm, who who would be better off with his credit to the other players if he would stop eating all the money he won like snacks. Another regular is '''Toadface''', the pox-ridden kid whose presence at the table is only tolerated due to his fierce skill at the game. He is quiet most of the time. Lastly, we have '''Istrebei''', a good-for-nothing cultist of a minor volcano god who keeps muttering nonsense about how this year Calibration marks the Beginning of the End. But it never does. Year after year. | '''The Lords' Table''' is set aside for the regular dragon's gambit players. They share no traits save for their gambling addictions The usual suspects include "the Lord" '''Seibasar Gulwar''' the mustachioed merchant and namesake of the gambler group, a vain braggart whose arrogance ill suits his seniority at the table. He claims to be a survivor from the Battle of Mishaka but nobody believes him. There is '''Cynis Mengs''', a Dragonblood from the Realm who owns qat fields outside the City who deals in whenever she is in Great Forks for business. There is '''Larinor''', the spoiled son of Oobal the Gold-Scaled Wyrm, who who would be better off with his credit to the other players if he would stop eating all the money he won like snacks. Another regular is '''Toadface''', the pox-ridden kid whose presence at the table is only tolerated due to his fierce skill at the game. He is quiet most of the time. Lastly, we have '''Istrebei''', a good-for-nothing cultist of a minor volcano god who keeps muttering nonsense about how this year Calibration marks the Beginning of the End. But it never does. Year after year. | ||
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Haze Patrons
Bexar is a Thousand Curses gang member and a street poet. His posture and physical strength make him out for being taller than he really is, and his ebony skin is criss-crossed with nasty scars. Bexar operates a number of protection rackets for bordellos and opium dens around in the North Quarter for the Thousand Curses. The soft-spoken thug has never brought any problems into Haze, but he does share his poems from time to time.
Sarja is an up-and-coming singer who is the new it-girl of the nightlife. She often likes to either start or end her nights at Haze, because nobody kisses her ass around here. She has expensive tastes and always brings a new theocrat or lawgiver to pay for her fun. Despite this she is surprisingly down to earth and friendly.
Paths Traveled is an old toothless monk that has served more Divinities than he cares to speak about. His ropey frame is barely covered by the rags he wears. Paths likes to sit in the back and play Gateway, drink tea and cough. He will read your aura for free if you offer her a drink.
We have Wylth, the pale skinned Northerner. It is said that anything she paints comes to life. Rumor has it her walls are filled with portraits that speak to her and keep her company. They dance with her, mounted on the walls, condemned to an existence upon the canvas and not in reality. Toadface says she finally douses the paintings in thinner to end their misery. The alley outside her studio is filled with damaged frames and ripped canvases.
The Lords' Table is set aside for the regular dragon's gambit players. They share no traits save for their gambling addictions The usual suspects include "the Lord" Seibasar Gulwar the mustachioed merchant and namesake of the gambler group, a vain braggart whose arrogance ill suits his seniority at the table. He claims to be a survivor from the Battle of Mishaka but nobody believes him. There is Cynis Mengs, a Dragonblood from the Realm who owns qat fields outside the City who deals in whenever she is in Great Forks for business. There is Larinor, the spoiled son of Oobal the Gold-Scaled Wyrm, who who would be better off with his credit to the other players if he would stop eating all the money he won like snacks. Another regular is Toadface, the pox-ridden kid whose presence at the table is only tolerated due to his fierce skill at the game. He is quiet most of the time. Lastly, we have Istrebei, a good-for-nothing cultist of a minor volcano god who keeps muttering nonsense about how this year Calibration marks the Beginning of the End. But it never does. Year after year.
