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Morris Aberrigan

I'm usually called "Shallowgrave" No idea why.

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a character in “Misadventures on Golarion”, as played by broheim

Description

Name: Morris "ShallowGrave" Aberrigan
Race: Human undead from Geb
Class: Rogue

Physical description: He's 6'1, and weights 150lbs, walks hunched over most of the time, so he appears shorter.
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Armor: The purple blades projected by the armor are just that. Projections. They serve better to intimidate. Not to mention they give away his position, in case his glowing eyes didn't.
Weapons: Two longswords. enchanted with eldritch magic that slows time down for the wielder. The magic in them triggers in combat. However, the chances of it activating are rather random.
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Also carries with himself a small pack of daggers to throw. Apart from a hook, for grappling. Several rations, and a handy haversack to keep everything in order.

Personality: Rather lazy and imprudent, hardly feels fear anymore since he seems to constantly "revive" by unknown means. Acts mostly on his own impulse, IF he even acts. Despite being undead, he's far more agile and fast than most living beings he met.

History: "Ah, my story, what a great story. It's been so long since someone asked about my story. I don't even think i know most of my story. Well, i'll tell you what i do know. I'm undead, you probably noticed that one. I've been undead for... what? a few hundred years? hell, i've been undead for so long, i met an elf family that just had their child, and i saw the same child die of old age. An elf! dying of old age! Well, whatever. If my memory serves, i was born in Geb, learned a bit of necromancy, grew, had a family. Then i died. Don't ask me how, it certainly wasn't old-age, i mean, look at how youthful i look! haha... Where was i... Oh right, so i died, and came back.

And that's pretty much it. Oh and how i got what i'm wearing? Well, i had a knack for taking things and stabbin' people while they slept. Turns out that's something SOME people like, so i started to train to be better at that. You know, stabbin', slashin', taking coins from the idiots... However, that's not how i got my armor and weapons. These were earned in several battles in underground arena tournaments. Sometimes i had to fight with a guy beside me. because rools or something. So... that's it. I stabbed a dragon once too.

Oh and i hate elves, fuck elves. God damn pests, i've seen 'em everywhere. Always with their smug-ass attitude. Every time one of them shows up around me, they try to turn me back to human, fuck that. If i wanted to be a human, i'd be one already. The thing about undeath is that its really enjoyable once you find out the many perks that come with it. Not needing sleep, for one. Hardly needing food. Healthcare is cheap, since every lich throws dark magic all willy-nilly.
Also, you become pretty hard to kill. It's really useful when you want to throw your sword at a living dragon and retrieve it. Or for those times you just want to fight an orc horde by yourself. Granted, i still got chopped to pieces. But, here i am! all good... except i'm still dead.

As for the why i don't use necromancy anymore. Well, i got bored of it. My minions would get all the fun while i sat bored juggling some skulls from the adventurers i killed. But really, necromancy is boring. I wouldn't suggest it to the common wizard. Not to mention i might get executed for doing so. Again."

History related skills: supernatural reflexes (self-explanatory), cold-magic inmunity (undead), acrobatics, two-weapons fighting, sneak, intimidation, "THROW. ANYTHING!", Undying.

So begins...

Morris Aberrigan's Story

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Morris enters the bar, dragging behind him the corpse of an ex-barbarian. "God. damn it." the poor undead struggles to drag his mark into the bar while keeping the door open. After struggling for a while, and noticing a belt was hooked to a plank, he managed to bring the mark to the bar-keep for his reward.

"Alright, this guy's... meat-cleaver? clipper? fucked if i know, this guy had a bounty." Morris hands the clerk the wanted poster.
"Here's the guy" Morris drops the corpse and points at it with his hand "So, the bounty" Morris extends his hand to the bar-keep, who looks at him rather perplexed.

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"Uh... yeah, have 25 pieces of copper... leave the body at the back" the bar-keep hands Morris his money and he starts dragging the mark away.
"Thanks for the money, easy work."

After dragging the mark into the nearby woods, Morris is startled by a loud sound coming from deep within.
"Well, not doing anything relevant anymore... maybe it's an airship, heard those have alot of money on 'em."
Morris moves towards the point he heard the sound coming from. Not willing to test his luck, he crouches and moves close to the ground. The dark colors of his armor serving as cammouflage to prevent being spotted.

After a long time of prowling in a general direction, he sees what must have been the cause of the sound.
A young-looking girl. He quickly stands up and jumps at her.

"Hmm... Seems sort of alive... Maybe she's edible... naw, people pay alot for slaves, and this will serve as a good one..."
Morris pokes her with his feet a few times.
"Yep, full on unconscious."
Morris draws out one of his swords from his back and keeps poking at the girl. Mostly at her now ragged robes, trying to see if she has any valuables. As well as inspecting her her body for damages. Hopefully, providing more than "Sexy rags"
"Well... she's certainly not a princess."
Morris grabs her and turns her on her stomach, facing to a side. On closer look, her rags are bloodied and has openings on her back. She has bloody stubs in these openings... She had wings?
"Naw... An Aasimar? is it? fresh from the oven too... Boy, these things fetch a high-price on the slave markets."

Morris continues inspecting her for valuables, while checking every few seconds to see if she's awake. Looks like she hit herself hard, nary a sound comes from her.

"Well, no valuables. Only bloody rags. Aasimar. Looks like i hit the jackpot for poverty. Fuck me..."

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Arkus Clan-Killer


Arkus had made a name for himself as a mercenary, and not just any mercenary. To his clientele he was one of the best caravan guards in the continent of Garund, having knowledge of the land, how to make both healing potions as well as debilitating poisons, his mysterious connection with the Black Thorns, and his own physical might. Most frequently he was hired to give merchants who were traveling through the Gray Forest protection against the manner of things that dwell within. In the past the primary concern would have been the now destroyed Black Thorn tribe, however; with a power void comes a power struggle. Smaller orc clans, goblins, hobgoblins, and even troglodytes were competing for who would take the dominant role and with it, the best plunder.

The mountain of an orc, who had until now been content with quietly sitting in the corner of the tavern, rose to his feet upon hearing the popping and the whistling. Grabbing his iconic weapon, Blood Lust, as well as his crossbow, and paying for his drinks, he left to investigate. What he found was... interesting to say the least. In the middle of the small crater was a rather small woman and a man who was talking to himself. Harvesting his powerful voice, he called out to the man.

"What is the meaning of this?"

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her eyes squint after a moment and a groan escapes her lips before she mutters something incomprehensible.

"ughh..." Her groan turns into a scream as she suddenly comes to consciousness. Her bright amber eyes open wide as she attempts to flip herself over, putting pressure on her right leg and she screams once more in pain.

"Who.. who are you?" she asks as she calms down enough to look up at the figure standing above her as if he was just another person, Unafraid. She succeeds in sitting up now but her chest is still heaving and her robes reveal a bit of the flesh of her chest though she doesn't seem to notice.

"Well, screaming beauty, glad to know you'll make yourself useful now. My name's Morris Aberrigan, usually called "ShallowGrave" since i tend to just not die. I'm what people consider a rogue. What's your name, darling?"

"Akira..." She looks around for a moment before realizing that something is very wrong as she places her hands on either side of her. "What?! Where?!" she scrambles to her good leg and turns like a dog attempting to chase his tail before falling to her ass again. "Where are they?" She then looks to Morris, her eyes suddenly demanding. "What did you do?!"

"Well, if you HAVE to know. Today i wandered around the town looking for something to do for money. Got bored of picking pockets and went into the bar, hoped for a bar brawl. Nothing happened, so i went to check the bounty board, turns out there was a guy around here that's really fuckin' annoying, a barbarian. So i took the bounty, tracked the barbarian, and chopped his arms off before stabbing him straight trough his stupid heart. And i dragged the corpse back to the bar for my reward. Oh and while trying to get rid of the corpse, i heard a loud as hell noise, saw some bright lights, and there you were. On the ground. Knocked out cold. And without money. Oh and you seem to have lost your wings, no idea about that one... You only wanted to know about your wings, didn't you?"

She blinked for a moment while she listened and took in his short story. "You steal from people? Why?" a frown came across her face as she apparently only got that from his response.

"What the hell do you mean by "why"? because i'm poor as fuck. I can hardly get enough money to repair my armor and weapons. Also, i tend to enjoy chugging on rum bottles. It's a rogue thing, you'll understand when you get older."

She perks an eyebrow. "I mean why do you have to? You seem fairly capable to me..." she cuts off as she looks over her shoulder again. "Gods damned..."

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In the middle of the small crater was a rather small woman and a man who was talking to himself. Harvesting his powerful voice, he called out to the man.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Morris is startled by the voice of the orc coming from behind him and turns around to see who it is. He looks rather surprised.

"Hmmm... Don't i know ya? orc, a few bottles hangin' round your waist. You're Arkus, aren't you? a guard-for-hire for the caravaneers. Heard some things about you, included the small... Incident, where you survived an assault from a dragon on your tribe. Only survivor."
Morris leans in closer to Arkus and whispers to him "I've seen my share of alchemists, and i believe that's not what happened..."
He moves back again
"But whatever. You want the meaning of this? i came here because i saw something shiny and it crash-landed here while i was taking out a corpse from the bar, you probably saw me. And it turns out, this girl is the shiny thing that crash-landed here. So that's pretty much it.
She's an Aasimar, go nuts asking stuff to her. I'll stick around in case bad things happens."

Morris moves away to let Arkus see the girl, and sits at the foot of a tree.

"Oh and i'm Morris. Morris "ShallowGrave" Aberrigan, ex-gladiator and rogue. Pleasure to meet you, orc. Hahaha..."

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Arkus Clan-Killer


Hmmm... Don't i know ya? orc, a few bottles hangin' round your waist. You're Arkus, aren't you? a guard-for-hire for the caravaneers. Heard some things about you, included the small... Incident, where you survived an assault from a dragon on your tribe. Only survivor. I've seen my share of alchemists, and i believe that's not what happened..."

Arkus nods in confirmation of the strangers question. It wasn't extremely odd for people to have heard of him, he was well know around the Grey Forest. And how many 7' tall orcs could there really be? Especially alchemist. His eyes narrowed at what the man had implied. Most people had accepted that what had happen was in fact a dragon attack. In fact, most of the locals were happy the Black Thorns were gone, one way or another. He reached up and gently grasped the vial around his neck.

"Do not presume to know such things."

The man sat down against a tree, leaving Argus to check on the girl, it was possible he could heal some of the damage.
"You know, for falling out of the sky, you look much better than one would expect. Although I'm guessing you can't walk... Do you want me to take you to the tavern?"