- Pronouns
- He/Him
Slimy_Froggy
Patron
Ahya'iki Bwabo
The Savage That Got Away
"I reveal myself now, when I covet no sleep and the hunt does not deliver."
Age: 35
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Religious Inclination: Grey Lady & Jishrim, respects Theodra
Ancestors: The people of horror-island
Residence: [Savage Grove], some miles North of Compendium
Morals: Do not do unto others, before they've done unto you.
Values: respect for traditions, sincerity, piety, the merits of chaos.
Languages: savage-speak (is that possible lorewise?) and very basic common
Strengths: Charismatic, good judge of character, physically fit
Weaknesses: Superstitious, not familiar with societal topics, esoteric
Spends most of his time: smoking and performing shamanic rituals
Current demeanor: Passive restlessness
Backstory:
We've followed the omens and left when worlds were swallowed in vile tentacles of the almighty mother of naught.
We survived civilization, and rested ourselves in the caverns carved by the black creature of eight. Living off the bounty from the beast of strength.
Peaceful, until they came with fire, shield and sword. First to a neighboring island, then soon to horror island.
Or so they termed it, for their fickle minds could not wholly understand the deeply rooted traditions of my people.
They swept through us like the floods through a field, and left none but a few strands standing.
My people slain, in terrifying precision, so came the Dwarves by Hurr Nor, my homeland.
I left the home I knew to seek refuge in other parts of the world, but it were not just the Dwarves that lacked understanding of our ancient ways.
Wherever I came across civilization, it fought very hard to keep me away, or make sure my passing through was swift.
I found my way to the forests and rivers in the jungles North of the town of pages. Here, I lived out a peaceful life.
Now, the Lady of Shrouds is in despair, surely, for the hunt does not provide and my wounds do not heal.
Now, I must reveal myself and seek answers in civilization...
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