RE: The Grand OC Season II: Week 1: CROWN
06-06-2015, 12:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2015, 07:12 AM by Sai.)
Username: Sains of Royalty
Name: Bob the Enfeoffing Skull
Race: Enchanted Skull. Well, most of a skull.
Text Color: Bone
Biography:
When the boss-man Necromancer Jiarlex kicked in the ‘eads of the former rulers of Valenda with his army of the dead, he got it into his ‘ead to actually try runnin’ things right. Now this was a problem, see, on account of the fact that Jiarlex wasn’t too good at lordin’ over livin’ folk. Still, he knew he had this shortcomin’ and he wasn’t the type to be put off by it, so he tried out a few idears for managin’ the folk that still liked breathin’ for some reason.
First thing he tried was animatin’ some of the best lords the land had ever seen. This didn’t work out too great. The people were all too used to ignorin’ ghosts, y’see, ‘cause usually they don’t have much interestin’ to say. The skeletons didn’t do too much better, on account of them bein’ too spooky for common folk to want to follow. As a sort of a work-around, Jiarlex appointed livin’ folk to be his counts in name and habit, but gave each of ‘em a skull that would work as, well, just about everythin’ that a meatbag needs to lord it over other meatbags effectively.
Most of us were right royalty once upon a time. Kings from their tombs and the like. Me, I was a clever sort. I figured out early that tombs weren't anythin' to be feared, just like the boss-man hisself. Oh, I knew all the richest spots to hit to grab loot both magic and mundane, which is how I wound up buried in a king's crypt. Kinda, uh, grabbed the wrong amulet I guess. Still, at least I wound up with a royal burial, and look at where that got me. Why, I'm a half a lord myself now!
Description:
Well, most of the time, we enfeoffin’ skulls don’t look like much. I mean, we just look any ordinary skull - most of us bein’ a bit yellow, actually, on account of our age. I mean, me? I’m missin’ just about all my teeth and more’n half my jaw to boot. Got a few cracks here and there from some rough handlin’ when I was bein’ dug up too. Still, it’s not all about the looks.
Weapons and Abilities:
What do we do? It’s in the name, innit? It’s a symbol of office, first off. You got an enfeoffin’ skull, it means you’ve been enfeoffed. Raise me on high and tell the other flesh sacks to listen up, why don’t ya. More importantly, though, we actually make you better at doin’ your duly appointed job.
Like any ol’ talkin’ skull, I’m a veritable monsoon of good advice, but unlike your run of the mill paper weight, I make for an ass-kickin’ bodyguard in a pinch. See, I usually stick to bein’ a skull for portability and the like, but I can grow a right proper body if I need to. Need an axeman? I’ll grow the skeleton of Oxin-Sonjur hisself, complete with ever fashionable bear pelts and twenty pounds of solid steel piss off. Need an archer? I’ll grow the bones of a long-dead Eagle Eye with the aim and arrows to match. The advice bit’s more important, I reckon. I mean, really, just listenin’ to my wily words o’ wisdom will solve most of your troubles. All in all, I’m just about the best number two you’ll ever find.
Name: Bob the Enfeoffing Skull
Race: Enchanted Skull. Well, most of a skull.
Text Color: Bone
Biography:
When the boss-man Necromancer Jiarlex kicked in the ‘eads of the former rulers of Valenda with his army of the dead, he got it into his ‘ead to actually try runnin’ things right. Now this was a problem, see, on account of the fact that Jiarlex wasn’t too good at lordin’ over livin’ folk. Still, he knew he had this shortcomin’ and he wasn’t the type to be put off by it, so he tried out a few idears for managin’ the folk that still liked breathin’ for some reason.
First thing he tried was animatin’ some of the best lords the land had ever seen. This didn’t work out too great. The people were all too used to ignorin’ ghosts, y’see, ‘cause usually they don’t have much interestin’ to say. The skeletons didn’t do too much better, on account of them bein’ too spooky for common folk to want to follow. As a sort of a work-around, Jiarlex appointed livin’ folk to be his counts in name and habit, but gave each of ‘em a skull that would work as, well, just about everythin’ that a meatbag needs to lord it over other meatbags effectively.
Most of us were right royalty once upon a time. Kings from their tombs and the like. Me, I was a clever sort. I figured out early that tombs weren't anythin' to be feared, just like the boss-man hisself. Oh, I knew all the richest spots to hit to grab loot both magic and mundane, which is how I wound up buried in a king's crypt. Kinda, uh, grabbed the wrong amulet I guess. Still, at least I wound up with a royal burial, and look at where that got me. Why, I'm a half a lord myself now!
Description:
Well, most of the time, we enfeoffin’ skulls don’t look like much. I mean, we just look any ordinary skull - most of us bein’ a bit yellow, actually, on account of our age. I mean, me? I’m missin’ just about all my teeth and more’n half my jaw to boot. Got a few cracks here and there from some rough handlin’ when I was bein’ dug up too. Still, it’s not all about the looks.
Weapons and Abilities:
What do we do? It’s in the name, innit? It’s a symbol of office, first off. You got an enfeoffin’ skull, it means you’ve been enfeoffed. Raise me on high and tell the other flesh sacks to listen up, why don’t ya. More importantly, though, we actually make you better at doin’ your duly appointed job.
Like any ol’ talkin’ skull, I’m a veritable monsoon of good advice, but unlike your run of the mill paper weight, I make for an ass-kickin’ bodyguard in a pinch. See, I usually stick to bein’ a skull for portability and the like, but I can grow a right proper body if I need to. Need an axeman? I’ll grow the skeleton of Oxin-Sonjur hisself, complete with ever fashionable bear pelts and twenty pounds of solid steel piss off. Need an archer? I’ll grow the bones of a long-dead Eagle Eye with the aim and arrows to match. The advice bit’s more important, I reckon. I mean, really, just listenin’ to my wily words o’ wisdom will solve most of your troubles. All in all, I’m just about the best number two you’ll ever find.
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