Character
Background
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The
Ogre is a giant, 10 foot tall, flesh eating monster
and a really good bar
keep. He hails from the Great Krabbit Mountain
Ranges. Some say he's a
prince that didn't want to become king, others
say he just fell off his home
mountain and was too lazy to walk up to the summit
again; the latter never
to his face.
His favourite weapon is a rather large axe with
which he hunts down his victims.
He quickly makes them pay, for any infraction
they might have done, by
devouring them with a light dipping sauce (just
for a little zest). Ogre has
been known to eat 15 men in one sitting.
He's big, he's devilishly handsome to others of
his own race (to you ugly),
he's mean, and he's deadly, but none too smart.
That's right. He is just this side
of the thinking power of a fencepost.
If you are ever out alone in the forest and come
upon Ogre hunting for din dins,
tell him you are you're a long lost relative,
(Ogre doesn't eat relatives) chances
are you will be a main course but it will be worth
a try!
Ogre's Bar
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A small hole in the side of a rather large rock
with a sign inscribed with:
" Abandon all reality ye who pass this point".
Although the entrance is small, upon entering
the inside of the establishment
you will find it about the size of a rather large
shopping mall with persons from
all races and classes. (Ogre doesn't discriminate
nor is he a racist; he hates
everybody equally).
The tables are simple wood and have been replaced
the day before, due to
the usual brawl that accidentally on purpose is
always started by the proprietor,
and wooden things make good argument solvers.
You will find all the amenities such as gambling,
dancing and drinking, food of
all kinds for all creatures, and even chatting
to other players for fun and profit.
The gambling is a good way to win some money or
loose a lot, the proprietor
likes the last part. The dancing is as good as
you make it , mind you, the
drunker you get, the better you might be in your
own mind. The drink flows
freely but not for free; all you can drink and
all your liver will take but watch
it if ya pass out. The
OGRE is not responsible for the place and condition
you
wake up in; at least that's his story and he is
sticking to it.
The food is paramount and the menu varied to encompass
all tastes and
requirements. i.e. freshly caught thief fish,
hooked out of the gutter after a bad
get away, lightly broiled in his or her own leather
armour to keep in the natural
juices, served with a garnish of his or her booty
on his or her own buckler.
This is a good rumor factory to get all the good
dirt on the Magistrate Varmint;
like who he is sending to the Island of Dread
or just plain dropping into hot oil.
Many persons stop into the bar from all of Krabbitdom.
Even the wanted have
been known to sneak into town for a pint of the
good stuff and talk to would-be
bounty hunters, if they are not very smart, that is.
