Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="pawsplay" data-source="post: 4359941" data-attributes="member: 15538">Not Your Typical WizardHis name was Brodascyn Devilhawk, a half-elf in a party of half-elves. Though garbed in a fur-lined cloak and covered in bird droppings, armed with a well worn battle-axe and accompanied by his hawk, he was wizard, through and through. He was party the result of the luck of dice. I rolled really nice stats, except for one stinker, so the 5 went to Charisma, and the ranger-like wizard I had pictured morphed into an embittered, completely unpleasant mercenary who could barely function in society.Merchant: You know what, worm? I don't like you very much!Brodascyn: I don't like myself very much.It was a running joke that while the other party members feasted, drank, and debached before each major mission, he would take a handful of copper pieces and prowl the streets looking for the cheapest possible prostitutes. The GM would relate how they taunted him and spitted at him, or demanded extra payment to endure his stench and scarred face. He was a lot of fun to play, and the other players loved him. It was a sad day when he died.He died just as he always wanted to: battling the champion of a dark demigod, out of spells, battle-axe in hand...</blockquote>