| Full Name |
dithering fool |
| Race |
second place |
| Classes/Levels |
epic conservative |
| Gender |
male |
| Size |
medium+ |
| Age |
x | x>50 & x<=55 |
| Special Abilities |
abstract mathematics |
| Alignment |
neutral good |
| Location |
Texas |
| Languages |
english |
| Occupation |
software |
| Strength |
13 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
10 |
| Intelligence |
15 |
| Wisdom |
8 |
| Charisma |
12 |
About DitheringFool
where do necromancers come from?
Táim shínte ar do h'uaigh
I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
With your hands held in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree, my brightness,
Tis time we were together
For I smell of the Earth
And I'm slain by the weather
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the air
With tears both hot and wild
Oh my grief for the girl
That I loved as a child
The priests and the friars
Behold me in dread
Because I still love you
My love, and you're dead
And would still be your shelter
From rain and from storm
But with you in the cold grave
I cannot sleep warm
