The village stood around and shouted at one another. They assumed one peasant class was going to pay for the other peasant classes, or the rich would pay for everyone. And thus, no one paid for anything.
Murder Hobos are natural risk assessment machines. They will risk their current gains in equipment, XP, and cash if they believe the wage offered to complete the Quest by the Quest Giver matches the right amount of risk/grossness/weirdness they must assume.
Wuffa was King of the Wolf People. He claimed a pedigree going back to the old country’s mythical Kings and their God of War and Death. His actual pedigree went back two generations to a strong man mercenary who seized an opportunity to better himself.
Do the Orks have a greater reason for their existence? Or, are they merely story filler like so many fantasy packing peanuts surrounding the nugget of the interesting stuff?
Piracy is simply another form of market speculation, albeit an extremely violent one. When making the choice to raid a ship, or even become pirates at all, the would-be pirates make a conscious risk-reward calculation.
His Highness Baston Kale, the Lord, King, Conqueror and Tehei of Purotu, a small, unknown, far-off country on the Frontier. Ruggedly handsome, lover of audacious medals, and sporting amazing sideburns, Baston Kale’s legend preceded him.
These weren’t any normal berries. They were magic berries! Later, he gave the leftovers to the Druids. They popped the berries in hot water and made a drink. Coffee was born.
“The Grell have a rich background. They float. They suck brains right through eye sockets. I designed them so they not only kill, but write philosophy.”
“My tribe’s Goddess is a Goddess of building. She has shown me the way and the way is up. We have plenty of room for us all to live together in harmony! We will build our city up the canyon walls!”
“You can raid any dungeon. You can massacre any people. You can steal anything. But you keep what you put in that box and I get the overflow.”