Papa Simp
Not just any simp, Papa Simp!
Simp: a stunted hirsute dwarf with a penchant for the finer things in life! Mountains, booze and song! To his detriment, he is usually found in a Golden Field cider induced stupor and/or cavorting naked with Halfling whores!
Simp's mission: to establish a thriving network of fur trading colonies within the idyllic escarpments of eastern Meilla and beyond, thus securing his family legacy, and proving once and for all that his estranged hag of a mother made one hell of a mistake by shacking up with that Clan Moedagh degenerate!
Simp's demeanor: friendly and approachable. War is, ironically, rather good for his business but that war should definitely be as far away from him as possible! His gaggle of poorly trained and generally intoxicated militia pose more of a threat to the tranquility of Grovinton's beer gardens than they do to any battlefield!
Simp is inept! His cotters and gatherers are attracted to shiny things and consequently may wander where they shouldn't.....on occasion! If such an event causes you to take offense then please give them a swift kick and understand it was most likely a lazy attempt by a clumsy bumbling oaf to make a bit of coin!
Simp is frustrated: Centrum's streets (despite the popular saying) are certainly not paved with gold! Trade is abysmally slow! Pricetags fade incessantly with time as unwanted cobweb-ridden wares pile up in storage! As he watches his lovingly crafted goods rust and gather mould, it dawns on Simp that the wealthy elites, who infest the Middle Kingdom's capital city like plague-ridden vermin, are actually nothing more than tight-fisted charlatans!
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Map Links:
Hubs:
Benfis / Grovinton / Hastelbury / Centrum / HopeRidge / TheBarrier
Maplehurst / Shurthorn / TorDannu / Bellingsy / Gorwyn / RoyalPort
Misc:
Audrey / Sunnyglade / Steamtastic / Duraz_Karag / Misted_Lands
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