Old Weir
Faelin Devers is a big, jovial human man, with a weathered face and a penchant for making baudy jokes. He raises sheep on a farm northwest of Old Weir, toward the Gap of Lodun. His boy, Tommy, ran away to Innesbyr to seek the life of a miner. Faelin's wife went after him. He's left with his younger son, Pud.
Myrtle Wizzenkoffmoggenockery is a gnome wizard of some renown with a mischievous and good-nature smile. She and her husband, the half-elf wizard Daedor, spent their youth adventuring and amassed a sizable horde of magical items. She keeps shop in Old Weir while Daedor procures other wondrous items, most recently from the windfall coming out of Myth Sveldin and Lakeville.
Lloyd Homer is a thin, tallish, bald elderly man, with a crooked nose an easy smile and a fondness for recalling his adventures to any who will listen at Lloyd's Apothecary. His shop stocks potions and poisons of all sorts, Old Weir perhaps the exception to the Vostewylde Alliance charter outlawing the sale of poisons. Lloyd claims the rangers and others on the frontier need them in the course of their business.
Deelon Cart is a burly, grizzled, and generally happy human male with a bit of a paunch forming. He is no nonsense except when stories of the glory days come up... He is the general manager of the Greypeak School of Ranging (GPS), where he manages contracts, relations with local and regional government, and oversees other departments.
Lucille Runer is a plump dwarven baker with burly arms and a warm smile. She is known for her excellent pies.
Percy Daleman was a thin and arrogant bachelor, the last of an old Weirish family living in town before his early demise after a fire burned down his estate with him and two associates inside. Daleman was known for his prominent scar on his cheek that he earned as a child when he could not hack it at GPS and dropped out, much to his family's shame, particularly his grandfather's, who was one of the founders or early leaders of the school. Daleman was rumored to be living of his family's wealth and slowly ruining it and their good name. Posthumously it was discovered that he may have been a smuggler for the thieves guild.
Keeper Moss is a large, muscled, and generally good-natured if very direct wood elf, with a fondness for leather clothing. He is associated with the Old Weir Thieves Guild, and thought to be the right hand man of a fellow known as The Foot.
The Foot is a dark-eyed human man of medium build, with both ears pierced. His name is actually John. He has a no-nonsense style and a penchant for cursing and using colorful metaphors. He is someone of import in the thieves guild, his exact position is unclear.
- Faelin is no friend of the The Monarch
- Faelin's friend, Julian Dunbar, lives in Old Weir
- Faelin recently had trouble with a Carrion Crawler on his farm.
Julian Dunbar is a friend of Faelin's. He is a human of medium build, with a kind face but sad eyes. He is slightly depressed, and a little jaded. He used to work in regional sales at the GreyPeak School of Ranging (GPS), but with fewer adventurers or visitors to the Vostewylde, GPS had to let him go. He now does odd jobs in Old Weir, where he lives with his wife, Layal and two kids.
- Julian is old pals with Faelin Devers
- Julian is no friend of The Monarch
- Julian recently hosted a strange group of six at his home in Old Weir
- Julian may or may not have taken some odd jobs with the thieves guild after losing his job at GPS
Roger Galagraft is a serious human man, with an intense gaze and few exterior emotions. He is known throughout the region for his famous cider's. He keeps his orchard just outside of Old Weir and is passionate about heirloom apples and pears, and experimenting with new varietal grafts. Most of the inns and taverns in the Vostewylde are stocked with at least one barrel of Roger's cider, most often his ever-popular mainstay "Roger's Finest."
Lloyd Homer is a thin, tallish, bald elderly man, with a crooked nose an easy smile and a fondness for recalling his adventures to any who will listen at Lloyd's Apothecary. His shop stocks potions and poisons of all sorts, Old Weir perhaps the exception to the Vostewylde Alliance charter outlawing the sale of poisons. Lloyd claims the rangers and others on the frontier need them in the course of their business.
- He is experiencing a new glut of Carrion Crawler mucus (a contact poison) and is marking down the vials from 200gp to 175gp, though seems willing to negotiate lower for package deals
- Lloyd claims he is one of the only--or the first?--residents of Old Weir to pass through the Stone Giant territory in the Greypeaks unharmed, which is where he says he procures some of his harder-to-find ingredients
Deelon Cart is a burly, grizzled, and generally happy human male with a bit of a paunch forming. He is no nonsense except when stories of the glory days come up... He is the general manager of the Greypeak School of Ranging (GPS), where he manages contracts, relations with local and regional government, and oversees other departments.
- Deelon recently saw a woman from "The Brotherhood" pass through and is looking into more information from any who might remember
- Deelon saw a trio of the Duke's men from Daggerford asking after the woman from The Brotherhood.
Lucille Runer is a plump dwarven baker with burly arms and a warm smile. She is known for her excellent pies.
Percy Daleman was a thin and arrogant bachelor, the last of an old Weirish family living in town before his early demise after a fire burned down his estate with him and two associates inside. Daleman was known for his prominent scar on his cheek that he earned as a child when he could not hack it at GPS and dropped out, much to his family's shame, particularly his grandfather's, who was one of the founders or early leaders of the school. Daleman was rumored to be living of his family's wealth and slowly ruining it and their good name. Posthumously it was discovered that he may have been a smuggler for the thieves guild.
Keeper Moss is a large, muscled, and generally good-natured if very direct wood elf, with a fondness for leather clothing. He is associated with the Old Weir Thieves Guild, and thought to be the right hand man of a fellow known as The Foot.
The Foot is a dark-eyed human man of medium build, with both ears pierced. His name is actually John. He has a no-nonsense style and a penchant for cursing and using colorful metaphors. He is someone of import in the thieves guild, his exact position is unclear.
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