A PCs background. Help me be nasty!

[John Q. Mayhem]

Vraille's post rocks my socks.

 

[Inconsequenti-AL]

Andor, I do like the idea of the 'repentance ghost'... That's got a lot to be said for it!

The willing sacrifice is not something I've touched on before. Would definitely confound player expectations. Needs to be used.


Hypersmurf - The Evil-Idol contest.

I like that... They don't have some overiding masterplan, just competing to see who is the most evil. Thinking back to the old realm of chaos warhammer stuff, IIRC that's pretty much how they worked?

Who would make a good judge?


Talked the plot over with my brother yesterday. He's impressed!

He felt making the older brother/father a complete idiot could be more amusing. Basically, he's been talked into all his nefarious deeds by someone else. Possibly make him a drug addled loser who always screws stuff up...

A possible option is that him and the sister are still together. The blackmail was part of her plan to 'posh' herself up and provide a dowry for her and the idiot brother - she felt she'd be able to control him utterly. Now they don't get on, but they're stuck with each other.


Hmmm. This plotline came from my younger brother. I hope he's not trying to say something.

 

[Gwaihir]

Please consider this post homage to Vraille Darkfang's considerable sweetness.
Rock on!

 

[Vraille Darkfang]

The ogress shaman who wishes to give birth to his child so she can have some fiendish ogres running around.

Here's some flavor text you can use when the PC finally meets her.

Across the room, rising from a massive, crude framing serving as a bed, molded, decaying furs thrown to a side, rises a massive mountain of glistening green-gray flesh. The immense mountain of naked, living fat slides off the edge to stand upon two layered pillars and stare at you with small, red eyes concealed deep within the folds of greasy wrinkled skin and a bald head too small from such immense girth, despite the extravagant excess of fat and flesh upon it. Long dried (and fresh) mucus completely covers he thick hairs upon its chin and jowls, rivulet of snot hanging from its broad nasal passages to drip upon the pool of slim that is its protruding lower lip.

Her (as she is undoubtedly female) head reels back exposing a multitude of chins, each one dropping lower than the next. Each begins to undulate in rhythm as a low, bass growl escapes from green, rot filled tusks protruding from black lips, still coated with grease and scraps of partially digest food caked upon her lips as well as the rest of her face. Indeed, her entire body is covered with the grease and detris of previous meals, the age of those bits lying within the folds of her fat impossible to comprehend. The massive behemoth of grease covered flesh then begin to charge towards you with a speed inconceivable for a being of such excessive girth.

A each ponderous foot is placed before the other, her entire body begins to shake like the gelatin dessert on some noblewoman’s feast. As the massive rolls of flesh begin to bounce up and down like a moss covered log on a storm crossed sea, the full extent of her sloth become clear. Debris like a summer downpour begins to fall from her body, as each flap of long closed flesh open separates with a audibly sucking noise as congealed grease is forced to separate for perhaps the first time, and more solid bits of food, sloughed off skin and other, unidentifiable pieces fall out of these crevices that have never seen the light of day. Further, the flesh-quake has disturbed the scavengers that live within the folds of her flesh. The beetles, spiders, centipedes and other, unknown insects scurry from the safety of their darkened hidey-holes to seek other, safer abodes within her green pock-marked flesh. A spider the size of you hand races from within two overlapping pouches of flesh that separate as the behemoth races towards you to dart for the cover beneath the ogresses’ massive distended belly. As she take another step, her belly rising several feet into the air, flinging decayed food about the room, the dark hair covered thatch of her female form can be seen, where even more small creatures writhe in excitement, before her massive belly flesh smacks back down upon her frame, crushing the fleeing spider with an loud, wet popping noise, and flinging dried bits of stool from her backside back along the path she has tread. Her teats, resembling nothing more than elongated, rotting avocadoes alternately slap against the fleshy rungs that make up her thighs to flop back to strike against the broad swathes of greased fat which compose her broad back in the way only half-rotted, wilted fruits could.

Finally she stops, though the folds of her flesh (and those creatures scurrying about her body) will not cease their motion for some time and raises a green arm from which rolls of fat hang down nearly a foot from the bone. Her yellowed, thick, grime covered fingers point in your direction as her low, deep, bass voice echoes words of power inside your skull.

As you struggle to resist, you can feel you memories being re-written. The massive monstrosity in front of you is being changed into an old friend, a true friend, a truly special friend; perhaps more than mere friends…..

WILL SAVE VERSUS THAT BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just wait to the Emotion (Lust) spell next round.

Now. Lunch.

 

[Rel]

When you read this:

It was not his sister, it was his someone who looked like his sister that his sister found and murdered to escape the city because she knew/saw/was involved with. Yep, his sister is still alive and EVIL!

And this:

Poor kid in the city may equals child sex trade, parents 'sell' chidren into sex serfdom, sister was part of it, and wanted out. Sister now is running sex/slave trade, providing young kids for the rich and famous...Party get involved in the clean up, sister becomes foe, player finds out he has other brothers and sisters, some dead, some still alive.

you understand why nobody calls him "Hand of Neutral". "Hand of Good" is right out.