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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 5937942" data-attributes="member: 51271">Toaddy, Bullyguw warpriest.Background:Downs was a harsh man. But even the hardest shells hide a soft content. He and his men once raid a kobold tribe's outpost near a swamp. Kobolds had been preying on the members of another species, toads the size of pigs, who were not only smart enough to build weapons and fight back, they were also delicious, and hence why the reptiles went through all the mess to capture them. Downs didn't care for the puny problems of these beasts, and he didn't share the culinary tastes of the kobolds, he only cared about the hoard of stuff the kobolds had been stealing from unaware travellers. He had to make a fast strike, kobold bandits stealing from innocents might draw... adventurers. Downs's men attacked overnight, when the kobolds were deciding the appropriate combination of vegetables to go with a child bullywug they've captured. Caought off-guard, the kobolds were quickly neutralized, and the bandits pillaged the tribe. Feeling bad for the would be main course, Downs took him... in a bag; he was still hard shell man, right?When the adventurers arrived to kill the kobolds, they found nothing but knocked out kobolds and empty treasure chests. They had to content with 'coup de grace'ing the creatures for the magical resource they call "Expe"Back in his hideout, Downs gave the child bullywug a name, "Toaddy". As the years passed, Toaddy was becoming a drag. He had given him to a lone, half crazy hag to rise. The woman was an alchemist, and crafter several low quality potions for the bandits. Some of the 'potions' didn't do anything, but it was a good morale booster to think you had a vial of piss smelling magical wound curing liquid hanging from your belt. At any rate, Toaddy didn speak, wasn't much strong nor intelligent. He just stared blankly at people. That's what he did, that was his job. He stared with those huge eyes of him. He wasn't even good for bullying, if you put a hand on him, he'll puff up and secrete some fetid smelling mucus from his skin. It was so disgusting the hideout had to be evacuated, so everyone treated Toaddy nicely after the first few incidents.Downs wanted Toaddy to be productive, to be a useful member of the gang. So he gave him weapons and armor, and a piece of a broken door to use as a shield, and took him to get some practice in the field. His first task was to rob a journeyman, that walked innocently on the king's road. Pushing Toaddy from the side bushes, Downs remained hidden to watch. Of course Toaddy couldn't speak, so stating that he wanted the man's money was impossible, so what followed was a stare competence. Toaddy was standing rather crouched as always, the head of the mace he was wielding rested on the road. After 20 painful minutes, Downs intervened, shouting. "Smack 'im in the bloody head!" And then it happened. Toaddy jumped in the air, and as he lifts his mace, lightning emerged from it, crackling like lightning, producing a tremendous boom when he smashed the traveller into a puddle. Downs's jaw dropped. It was then that he discovered Toaddy had a character class.<img src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/007/c/b/bullywug_ranger_by_chief_orc-d4llwzu.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/5932240-post4.html" target="_blank">Sheet.</a></blockquote>

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