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Sleyvas, "unvizarded" is basically "unmasked" or, in this case, "un-helmed," so it's pretty obiously an empty suit of armor riding around. Could still be a ghost tho, the 2E entry (my personal go-to) for ghost only says "can be seen by non-ethereal creatures," not "has to be seen." Most of these NPC snippets, what's there is as far as I got in thinking about them, so hearing someone else's take on them is always cool. But yeah, as to "sentient" horrors, Ed's Aragus (from FA1 Halls of the High King) was definitely an inspiration.

And "vitals" does have a range of associations, but in this case it is exactly what you think. Adaphra was pissed. Can't really blame her.

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Agan Glaurneth
Proprietor of Glaurneth's Oddments, a curio-and-adventuring-equipment shop ("Oddities and Wonders, Intiquities and Blunders," Blacklock Alley, South Ward). Extremely cluttered and crowded, not only from endless bins of battered armor, second-hand ("battle-tested") weapons, 10' poles and looted dungeon bric-a-brac, but from sharing the bottom floor of a rowhouse with two other businesses. His only real treasure is Merth's Offencious O'erlay, an oily green hooded cloak +2 that can emit an effect indentical to a troglodyte's stench, 2x/day. It smells horrid even when not activated, so Agan keeps it locked in a lead casket in the back room.

Agastra One-Eyed
The Spinner of Fancies and Fabrics. A fairly well-regarded glim-spinner (hirespells who use illusions to provide animated "you are there" scenes of important battles and events to audiences at feasts and formal gatherings – with forewarning, to avoid upset or violence – or the illusions of spell effects at dramatic moments in a play). Her castings can be identified by masterful use of the principles of light and shade. Her phantasms are well crafted and expressive in attitude and her coloring is clear and rich. Her finest illusory skill lies in her unequalled rendering of textiles in clothing and draperies, a talent that does not see much use in glim-spinning but keeps her in demand from high-coin merchants who hire her to spruce-up their feast rooms and dancing halls during a grand party.

Aglaia
The Quivering Gleam. Infamous festhall girl, highcoin escort and perhaps the most scandalous socialite of the early 1300's. Author of On Gilded Arm or, My Decade of Dalliance With a Married Lord (1310DR). "The charm spells of wizards and witches are many and varied, but none as potent nor as enchanting as the siren call of nobility and riches."

Aglathan Zulpair (CG HM Aris/War)
An elderly, stoop-shouldered noble of House Zulpair (the uncle of patriarch Olomar Zulpair). Riotous white mane and handlebar moustache. Not given to social niceties or etiquette. He loves young children and pretty maidens, and bears proudly his title of "Grand Fool," given to him by his disapproving nephew. Once a feared fighting man in the North (known as Odd Glathan "Ten-Blades"), he is an endless source of legends and tales of days gone by, and has more wits about him than most would believe.

Aglaraddh Asglardyn (LN GM Exp)
The gnomish "Keeper of the Coins." Head of the Lord's Counters (tax collectors and record scribes) based in the Castle. While the collector-of-fees Mulgor goes forth and collects the various monies owed the city, it is the job of Aglaraddh and his fellows to actually document and record such taxes. He performs his duties in the cavernous Vault of Records, deep in the bowels of the Castle.


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Aganazzar [ Source: A 08/07/18 Twitter reply to @TheEdVerse by Ed Greenwood. Name/Description given ]
Aggarin Volwhick [ Source: "Eyes on the Ball," Derek Myers, Dungeon Magazine #206. Name/Description given ]

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"In the terrible and impassable depths of the winter snows there came the great black Dire Wolf of the North, and he was called Angwakuur (That Which Men Know As Hunger) and he was the steed and the herald of the beast lord Malar, though there are many who say he was Malar himself, all a-hunt in animal form. And his howl was the howl of the winter storms tearing through the pines, and the crack of his tail was the sound of whole timbers snapping under the impossible weight of winter snows, and his eyes burned bright and terrible in their deep recesses. And of his claws no man knew, for all who had seen them unsheathed were dead and devoured soon thereafter. And as the snows came and the deep night descended and Man shivered and starved in his little homesteads there Angwakuur roamed, and every bleak gust that blew through the gaps in their wooden walls was his questing breath, and every pang of hunger in the belly of man and babe announced the fear of his arrival."

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Hathholm has a name that reminds me of Impiltur, so maybe Hathond was born and raised in Impiltur to a devout family that praised the Triad, in particular the sacrifice represented by Ilmater to help others. Maybe Hathond choosing to follow Helm was a bit of a familial break from tradition, and their choosing to study arcane arts in addition to divine arts even moreso. Maybe Hathholm even existed relatively close to the Conjurer's Tower, and Hathond had had allied with a sect of Helmites who helped protect their village from something that had broken loose from there when Hathond and others ventured into the tower (maybe this is even where Hathond acquired the armor, as I could definitely see some blended quartz plate armor in a place where there are mages). BTW, what are you picturing Hathond as being? I originally pictured male and human, but it occurs to me the entity could as easily be elven or half-elven or even dwarven. Furthermore, with the idea of other mages "sacrificing" themselves into the weaveghost… maybe it periodically presents different faces even within the same night?

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Hathholm has a name that reminds me of Impiltur, so maybe Hathond was born and raised in Impiltur to a devout family that praised the Triad, in particular the sacrifice represented by Ilmater to help others. Maybe Hathond choosing to follow Helm was a bit of a familial break from tradition, and their choosing to study arcane arts in addition to divine arts even moreso. Maybe Hathholm even existed relatively close to the Conjurer's Tower, and Hathond had had allied with a sect of Helmites who helped protect their village from something that had broken loose from there when Hathond and others ventured into the tower (maybe this is even where Hathond acquired the armor, as I could definitely see some blended quartz plate armor in a place where there are mages). BTW, what are you picturing Hathond as being? I originally pictured male and human, but it occurs to me the entity could as easily be elven or half-elven or even dwarven. Furthermore, with the idea of other mages "sacrificing" themselves into the weaveghost… maybe it periodically presents different faces even within the same night?

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Helm has a big following in Tsurlagol. The church of Helm has a bit of a beef with the authorities in Impiltur as it has long sought recognition akin to that granted to the churches of the Triad faiths - unsuccessfully. Every year, The Procession of Unblinking Eyes wends its way from Tsurlagol to Lyrabar, where the church of Helm presents its request to build a large temple complex in that city and receive the status (and tax concessions) that the church of the Triad receives. Every year, the Council of Lords politely decline their request although Lord Oriseus is and remains their sole supporter in this crusade.

-- George Krashos

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George, you had me at "The Procession of Unblinking Eyes." That's the kind of evocative name that hooks me right from the start, nevermind the excellent lore that came afterwards. (Also for the record: you're no REALMS-L antediluvian, you're more like a MPGN Methuselah )

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Yeah, we are older than dirt but dang do we love the Realms.

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Alternatively, its' not the color that makes dragon glass unique, it is the vibrancy of it. Perhaps regular colored glass in the Realms (at least that available to anyone other than large temples and those darn elfs -- or Maztica, as you suggest) is comparatively muted or impure, and dragon glass is the visual equivalent of looking at the colors on a big screen HDTV. Or if you want to get a bit fantastical, perhaps the colors almost imperceptibly swirl, shift or "dance," across the surface, like a kaleidoscope running at extreme slo-mo speed.

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A large part of anything in Waterdeep is not the value of a given item, but the value of the status of that item. Consider an authentic dragon glass vase to be like having an authentic louis vuitton handbag; sure you can get a perfectly serviceable satchel at the nearest Wal-Mart, but that wouldn't impress anyone now would it? Also sets up ways to divest PCs of their money (if you play that kind of campaign) and opens up heist adventures, either stealing, defending, or retrieving.

Alternatively, its' not the color that makes dragon glass unique, it is the vibrancy of it. Perhaps regular colored glass in the Realms (at least that available to anyone other than large temples and those darn elfs -- or Maztica, as you suggest) is comparatively muted or impure, and dragon glass is the visual equivalent of looking at the colors on a big screen HDTV. Or if you want to get a bit fantastical, perhaps the colors almost imperceptibly swirl, shift or "dance," across the surface, like a kaleidoscope running at extreme slo-mo speed.

And I know it's not what you meant, but I got a good laugh out of the visual of the Great Glass Lake being littered with castoff glass slag and baked earthware because there's a constant rain from hundreds of apprentices throwing housewares out of their high windows to see what bounces and what shatters ....I'm not sure if that would be an improvement over the more common "bucket of nightsoil" coming out windows elsewhere in the realms.


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The Nine Mouths of Halaster
The Mouths, named after the mad mage Halaster (The Lord of Twists and Turns, The Eater of Echoes [That Fade Down The Halls], He Who Eagerly Awaits), appear at random intervals, and consist of a ring of nine levitating human mouths framed by moustache and beard. They appear insubstantial, though they have been known to solidify on occasion, to bite or to snatch up a weapon being wielded against them. The Mouths most often do nothing more than make an insane cackling sound, although upon occasion they speak with passerby, imparting cryptic bits of information or the answers to unasked questions. Far more sinister, the Mouths sometimes emit harmful spells (chain lightning and the tentacles from an Evard's black tentacles spell seem to be favorites), or even act to teleport an unlucky soul straight to somewhere in the depths of the Undermountain.

Nirea
Local tavern-singer. A native of the northern Moonshaes. Honeyed hair, pale lightly-freckled skin. Rosy, round cheeks and full lips, set in a pleasant face marred by an eye gone milky-white from a bout with childhood illness. Noted for her clear voice and impish improvisations to the lyrics of standard tavern songs.

Nlaeven (LAY-Venn)
Local strongarm (hiresword). Willing to stonedelve. More than willing to tell of how he lost his mule to an owlbear and his friend Bright Jelg to a pit trap. Can usually be found idling in Virgin's Square. Has spear, two hand-axes, lantern and three flasks of oil in his panoply. Wears a suit of leather armor.

Nolburr Blackheather
Proprietor of Nolburr's Movable Feast (Portable Rations and Traveling Provender for the Discerning Wanderer, South Ward). Sells iron rations (packages of biscuits; dried, smoked or salted meats; hard waxed cheeses; nuts and mushrooms; and pickled vegetables or eggs). Once the official provenderer of no less than three Border Kingdoms armies (Swordsreach, Pelst and Harl's Hillock) as well as (or so he claims) the Royal Armies of Tethyr. His "Halfling Trail" iron rations are the preferred choice of local travellers and adventurers (largely due to the use of several southern spices and his secret method of preserving berry jam and oats into a nutritious cake). Halfling Trail is more popularly known as "Happy Halfling Rations," due to the ridiculously smiling caricature he stamps on every parcel.

Nulaasyr of Memnon (LN HM Exp6)
Oily black hair and enormous dark eyes. Skin the color of old, yellowed parchment. A known sage of the city (major: monstrous flora and fauna, minor: otherplanar creatures). Wrote a treatise on the useful properties and special preparation methods of blue dragonhide (including the efficient extraction of salt from salt water, and of the minutest particles of gold from mine runoffs). The latter received great interest from the dwarven minelords of Mirabar, but failed to achieve widespread use given the rareity of (and difficulty in obtaining) dragonhide.


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Noustlas "Stonecoin" Mnarrath [ Source: Prayers From the Faithful, p.114. Name/Description given ]

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