| Full
Name |
Saern |
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| Race |
Paizonian |
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| Classes/Levels |
20d5 HD Inside-Outer (If Winney the Pooh ate me, I'd be "a bear ration"!) |
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| Gender |
Male |
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| Size |
12 wide (no insoles, please) |
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| Age |
I'd rather not if I can help it |
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| Special Abilities |
Create Rant Thread (1/decade), Make Bad Pun (at will, DC 20; see above) |
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| Alignment |
Needs adjusting |
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| Deity |
Why yes I am, thank you for noticing! |
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| Location |
Any land or underground |
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| Languages |
Common, Gamer |
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| Occupation |
Lord of the Boards |
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| Homepage URL |
Unrequited Love? Unified Russian Legion? Speak Common, dammit! |
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| Strength |
10 |
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| Dexterity |
10 |
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| Constitution |
12 |
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| Intelligence |
16 |
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| Wisdom |
16 |
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| Charisma |
12 |
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About Saern
In the ages before memory, there was the Board. And shapes moved in the Board. They were the Posters. And the Posters looked upon the Board and called it Paizo, and thus were the first Paizonians. In time, as the threads grew and propsered, some Paizonians began to post far more than others. They were everywhere, inescapable, dominating thread after thread. Some had existed since the beginning, others came later. It made no difference. One of these dread beings, bloated on his own ego, coined the term "Lord of the Board" for himself and his fellow tyrants: this was Saern.
The Lords now rule as self-proclaimed deities of the Paizonians, handing out opinions and verdicts on rules questions as if they were actually invested with some type of authority. Certainly it is only a matter of time before some band of unlikely heroes puts aside their differences and slays the lot of them.
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