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“
WHENN DOO OI EAT!?
”
Weighing half a ton and standing at three meters tall, Gutsus is a horrifying, man-eating threat. But like all ogres, his dimwitted nature, cumbersome mass, absence of subtlety, lack of common sense, poor eyesight, and gullibility are some weaknesses!
Gutsus lives for using his mass to smash through any and all opposition, but also loves ill-mannered drinking, partying, and singing. Accustomed to brutal fistfights and drunken brawls with his hoggish brethren, he was once a warlord of the Bloodhills tribe, having achieved that status by defeating Tyrant Fleshbelcher in a fistfight then eating him alive.
Unfortunately, the victory was short-lived, as two other ogre tribes (the Skullchewers and Bellyrippers) attacked. After the massive three-way melee, Gutsus and a handful of other ogres made it out alive. Disgruntled with massive losses, the survivors of all sides succumbed to infighting, and their tribes dissolved.
Since then, in service of Don, well, who would dare stand up against against him? A battalion of soldiers rarely had the courage to consider killing Gutsus, so he was the big bully marauding villages and towns singlehandedly. Only a very brave (or very foolish!) soul would even think of fighting an ogre.
Gutsus fights in ogreish fashion: a big club for smashing armoured foes, a big machete for chopping them up, and big javelins for ranged combat or used as a spear.
Weighing half a ton and standing at three meters tall, Gutsus is a horrifying, man-eating threat. But like all ogres, his dimwitted nature, cumbersome mass, absence of subtlety, lack of common sense, poor eyesight, and gullibility are some weaknesses!
Gutsus lives for using his mass to smash through any and all opposition, but also loves ill-mannered drinking, partying, and singing. Accustomed to brutal fistfights and drunken brawls with his hoggish brethren, he was once a warlord of the Bloodhills tribe, having achieved that status by defeating Tyrant Fleshbelcher in a fistfight then eating him alive.
Unfortunately, the victory was short-lived, as two other ogre tribes (the Skullchewers and Bellyrippers) attacked. After the massive three-way melee, Gutsus and a handful of other ogres made it out alive. Disgruntled with massive losses, the survivors of all sides succumbed to infighting, and their tribes dissolved.
Since then, in service of Don, well, who would dare stand up against against him? A battalion of soldiers rarely had the courage to consider killing Gutsus, so he was the big bully marauding villages and towns singlehandedly. Only a very brave (or very foolish!) soul would even think of fighting an ogre.
Gutsus fights in ogreish fashion: a big club for smashing armoured foes, a big machete for chopping them up, and big javelins for ranged combat or used as a spear.
13-Aug-2022 22:46:33 - Last edited on 13-Aug-2022 22:56:15 by Azi Demonica
“My claws are razor-sharp! Potions acidic-melting! So are my skills!”
With a sneaky skitter-leap and an assembly of noxious concoctions, twitchy Ragmuffin scurries to and fro, ready to cut throats and utilize chemical weapons and traps, and magical amulets! Although only twenty-years-old, five feet tall and no more than a hundred pounds, her vicious rapidity and silent prowling are dangerous to the unwary.
If there is an embodiment of underhandedness and murder, the Ratfolk of Sewerblight are exactly that. Although living off scraps and rags, the Ratfolk are quite intelligent and inventive: where one sees a pile of garbage, a Ratman can make a set of armor, weapons and traps.
Contrary to their small size (five feet tall for them is like a six foot human), are much tougher than they look. Like real life rats, they have an uncanny ability to sense the surface, making them excellent navigators of caves even in complete darkness. Their rodent physiology enables excellent thermoregulation, reflexes, quickness and precision.
All Ratfolk life is about surviving darkness full of murderous intent. Since most are nothing but scavengers, raiders, thieves and robbers, life is hard, and only the witty and crafty survive. Ragmuffin certainly survived, relying on makeshift traps, explosive potions, assassination, espionage and stealing.
Having clawed and gnawed her way to freedom while avoiding human and Rat authorities alike, Ragmuffin serves Don, setting up traps to protect the warrens and whatever needs defense.
Those who know how to poison can also heal. Experienced in herbalism, Ragmuffin can also produce antidotes, medicines and pleasant teas. Like all Ratfolk, she is an inventive scavenger, thief and lockpicker. She knows some shadowy sorcery to help her underhanded tactics, also using magical artefacts she has yet to fully understand.
With a sneaky skitter-leap and an assembly of noxious concoctions, twitchy Ragmuffin scurries to and fro, ready to cut throats and utilize chemical weapons and traps, and magical amulets! Although only twenty-years-old, five feet tall and no more than a hundred pounds, her vicious rapidity and silent prowling are dangerous to the unwary.
If there is an embodiment of underhandedness and murder, the Ratfolk of Sewerblight are exactly that. Although living off scraps and rags, the Ratfolk are quite intelligent and inventive: where one sees a pile of garbage, a Ratman can make a set of armor, weapons and traps.
Contrary to their small size (five feet tall for them is like a six foot human), are much tougher than they look. Like real life rats, they have an uncanny ability to sense the surface, making them excellent navigators of caves even in complete darkness. Their rodent physiology enables excellent thermoregulation, reflexes, quickness and precision.
All Ratfolk life is about surviving darkness full of murderous intent. Since most are nothing but scavengers, raiders, thieves and robbers, life is hard, and only the witty and crafty survive. Ragmuffin certainly survived, relying on makeshift traps, explosive potions, assassination, espionage and stealing.
Having clawed and gnawed her way to freedom while avoiding human and Rat authorities alike, Ragmuffin serves Don, setting up traps to protect the warrens and whatever needs defense.
Those who know how to poison can also heal. Experienced in herbalism, Ragmuffin can also produce antidotes, medicines and pleasant teas. Like all Ratfolk, she is an inventive scavenger, thief and lockpicker. She knows some shadowy sorcery to help her underhanded tactics, also using magical artefacts she has yet to fully understand.
13-Aug-2022 22:50:33 - Last edited on 13-Aug-2022 22:56:36 by Azi Demonica
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