PCs:Boris
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In The Beginning
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning lit up the sky while thunder crashed all around.
Well, all right, it wasn't quite that stormy. In fact, there had only been a little bit of light rain. Anyway, it was sufficient for an ogre with a money bag of sizeable proportions to seek shelter at an Inn in the great city of Mikona.
Naturally, this particular ogre had a penchant for drinking and drank he did. Lots. Lots and lots. The barkeep was beginning to think that his poor cellar would be drunk dry, when along came a harlot. Yes, a harlot!
This lady of the night was in desperate need (and probably quite drunk herself). She spied a large boorish man brandishing a bag of gold like it was going out of fashion.
I'll gloss over the sordid details. Surfice it to say, several months later Boris was born in a back room of a brothel in the area of the docks. Even though visitors thought he was a ghastly child, with the looks of a piglet that had been hit in the face by a large and very heavy shovel, his mother adored on him.