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5 yrs ago
Current So I guess I should've watched Firefly ages ago, huh?
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9 yrs ago
Bleed over my grave, and plunge in the stake. Don't give me a break, when you're on the take.
9 yrs ago
Expanding Horizons Players! Join up with The Reapers of Castletain if you're looking for a group to join!
9 yrs ago
Swearing in other languages besides the mother tongue is ceaselessly amusing.
9 yrs ago
The Second Labour awaits, and I am ready to pursue it. FEAR NOT FELLOW GUILDMEMBERS, I SHALL BRING YOU GLORY ON THAT DAY!

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The inn was full of the usual patrons. A barwench was giving beers to them when a scream was heard. Everyone started looking around to see what happened when a robed man entered the inn with a scrowl on his face.

The beast, a thing from a world unknown to you or I, was given the name scrowl due to its uncommonly similar appearance to the native Scampering Owl of the [/i]Fotestae Uller[/i] genus. The scream came from a woman who had spotted the scrowl on this robed man first, and for good reason, as it appeared that the scrowl had bound itself to this robed man's face!

A flash of lightning followed by a boom of thunder echoed his entrance into the crowded tavern, and the tension rose as the robed man drew himself up into a proud, almost superior stance, his half-scrowl, half-human face peered from person to person, before catching the eye of the bartender who had been vigorously scrubbing bloodied battleaxes up to this point. The two locked eyes, and the scrowl-plagued man stalked up to the bar, took a fellow patron's drink, hooted softly, and then set the drink back down on the bar. In a deep, booming, squawk, he proclaimed,

"I... am SCROWL-MAN!"

*Cue Scrowlman's Theme-song*




Setting; The City of Motham, beginning in the Lie-Down Larvae Inn and Tavern

Genre; Dark edgy comic from the 90's
In Closed 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Collabs are hard


Relax, it's going fine.
>> Wake up
>> Sing Danny Boy
>>Sleepwalk toward the river
>>Stagger into Scarecrow
>>Mistake Scarecrow for Blorbzi
>>Engage Great War Martial Combat
Well.... Maybe someday?

...nah.
The Priest of the Æsir


Name: Broggan Hrafnstunga (Ra-fins-toon-ga)

Age: 60

Sex: Male

Race: Dwarf



Personality: Low Openness, low neuroticism, medium agreeableness, high conscientiousness, low extraversion.

Reverent, chaste, and even-tempered, Broggan is an oddity of a dwarf, however he's always liked reading books, performing rites for the gods, and preaching their wisdom to those who need it. Broggan is also not opposed to having a good time, however he strongly disapproves of letting loose, and would prefer people indulge in their vices and passions with a measure of respect for what is dignified, and civilized. He is a strong proponent of civilization, and good decent manners, and believes that because the potential to maintain civility over savagery exists in the sentient races, one of his duties is both to set an example for that very thing, as well as to engender and encourage it in others.

Backstory: Born and raised in a secluded farmer's temple, became a devout novice of the cult of the Æsir when he was still a child. Eventually became the Head Priest when his uncle died. Broggan was very aware of the beginnings of corruption when it started to seize the land, and he was not surprised when a crew of brigands burned down his chapel.

Ever since then, Broggan's been the wandering preacher. The lost soul, trying to gather other lost souls into the welcoming arms of the gods. A holy man by trade, practice, and demeanour, he has never allowed himself to sink into destitution, and has no qualms about getting dirty doing good honest hard work. Many's been the time he's weeded a garden for a copper, or cleaned the stables, or emptied chamberpots. Broggan's philosophy has taken him all the long way from his idyllic childhood into the grim present day, where the man of faith occupies himself currently as both a street-preacher and waiter at the Bloodied Wolf.



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Misc: Broggan is intended entirely as a support character, and is incapable of defending himself when casting any of the above rituals. Naturally, some of these rituals have a very offensive potential, however it should be borne in mind that each offensive ability is a ritual that requires ample time and warning to prepare, activate, and re-apply.

Broggan can Hurry his ritual prep, halving the time needed to prepare, but multiplying the chance of the ritual failing by 1.5x. If the ritual fails, the components are still consumed.

Broggan can Rush his ritual prep, quartering the time needed to prepare, but multiplying the chance of the ritual failing by 3.0x. If the ritual fail, the components are still consumed.

Broggan's pouches have room for approximately ten ritual focus components, and their accompanying catalysts.
A Nightmarish Belt of Chastity That Cracks Jokes
>>Begin having a nightmare about the darn Blorbzis
>>Start sleepwalking
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