PCs:Boris
Vital Statistics
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Interests
Boris likes jokes, as long as they don't go over his head. In which case he will laugh anyway, to pretend that he knows what is going on. He is also a keen metal worker and regularly works out 'pumping iron' or 'oiron' as he likes to say. In his spare time he enjoys walking down to the docks to oggle at the ladies. |
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.