Who are some memorable NPCs in your game(s)? I have two from

>>50959735
There was a shapeshifting fox that set up shop in a small town in the middle of the woods and sells magic items for super cheap, like 10% the cost, but as soon as they leave town, its illusion falls apart and turns out to be just a bundle of sticks and dirt. When they go look for his stall again, it's gone. The players caught him eventually and got all their money back.

Next time they were in the area, they arrived in "town", it was almost completely empty and all the vendors were selling everything at 90% discount.

They promptly left and found the real town several miles down the road.

>a pet store owner who desperately sold us one of our party members (a psychic goose) as he slowly broke down, before shooting himself as we walked away with the waterfowl

Wood Elf Druid who the party has nicknamed "Don't." Through a combination of decent rolls and the fact that or decently charismatic sorcerer can't really back up rolls with words has managed to shrug off ever seduction attempt from that sorcerer.
I don't know why they like her so much. but they do, and I am glad for it.

>>50959848
Also, there was a half-orc who didn't speak common well, and with a thick accent. Orc jokes are generally black humor, and he would tell these morbid jokes where the punchline is lost in translation.

"There was a woman who angered the chief. She was ugly but strong so the chief put her in slavery in the salt mines. Every day the woman prayed to get out and see her husband again. Then, 30 years later, she was an old woman, too fragile to work, and the chief's son, who was now chief, gave her freedom. She went home to go find her husband, and he had been dead for 29 years from disease! GUAHAHAHAHAH. Its funny! Funny story! You should laugh!"

Shim, the elderly ex-slave shepherd.

He's an enemy. Just a really clever one. He follows the party Sometimes he sets traps. Other times, he sneaks into the camp and swamps out herbs or potions for ones that look similar, but are actually ridiculously toxic. Once, he coated the entirety of a grove in toxic resin in the assumption we'd burn it and poison ourselves. Sometimes, he'll just resort to good old fashioned violence and hit someone with a well slung rock. Once, he set a pile of sheep on fire and stampeded them over us.

We've only just started playing again after a long break. The serious paranoia he induces is.. something.

During a murder mystery on a boat Pathfinder game I was in, one of the passangers was a walrus-man underwater opera star on the run from a gangster called Marcelus Walrus who the DM intended to be a prickly, unfriendly potential suspect but our scottish thief immediatly hit it off with him by answering his sining practice with riverdance and he became our most reliable ally on the entire ship.

>>50960014
>Marcelus Walrus
Kek

>>50960014
Marcelus Walrus sounds like a cool cat.