Earl of Kent Olaf Razoraxe's page

I have always suspected that the Ottoman Sultan was a maharajah rakshasa... ever since I read about them in the Devil's Bible... but how do you KNOW that is what he is, Earl Olaf? How are you so certain?

You know how our Lady Badger insists on harvesting every bit of every monster we've ever killed in hope that it has some value? That's how I am with knowledge, my Lady Flick. I have probably read every grimoire you have, even though I'm not an arcanist... I read the Codex Gigas as well, my lady... I know what kind of devils and demons walk amongst men, wearing their guise... And I know a good deal more than that... Odin's ravens tell me secrets even the sagest wizards and witches don't know about...

AYE!! THEN WE SHALL *BELLLLLCH!!* SLAY THIS SULTAN MURAD FOR DARING TO *BURRRRRP!!* STEAL OUR OMELETTE, RIGHT EARL OLAF!?

Whoah. Slow your snow skis Brutalitops... We're not going to be able to get anywhere near Murad, first of all... and even if we did, I don't think we are ready to confront a sorcerer of that power... He's not what he seems to be, boy... He's a shapeshifter... A grand prince among his kind... A maharajah rakshasa... masquerading as Turkish Sultans for the past few successions... a wily manipulator...

Olaf stares grimly at the razor sharp keenness of the blade on his infamous Flying Glaive...

We can't kill Murad... yet... but we can do some damage to his court... maybe kill his most powerful ally: the ancient blue dragon Adalhabarq, who now lairs in the ruins of the Hippodrome... That should send the appropriate message. And we must steal back our egg!

Damn you, Rumplestiltskin. Damn you straight to Hel!! I can't believe you aren't somehow the author of this betrayal! Earl Olaf grinds his teeth, knowing Rumplestiltskin was still too powerful for he and his companions to defeat in combat... Well, two are as good as still in our possession: my lord Duke of Gloucester is a worthy warden for the one. And who can begrudge Papa Kupferflügel if he wants one to raise? But the one in Murad's hands... That one we must recover!

I'm still trying to forgive you for sending us to Friar Tucker's kobold abbey to learn proper trap-crafting and stronghold defense tactics, Rumplestiltskin. Don't tempt me to use your cunning little skull as a drinking mug... Out with it! What do ye know!?

Olaf growls and grips his infamous Flying Glaive as he eyes the unlikable gnome trickster...

You will NOT eat our babies, Brutalitops, you savage! We're going to hatch them and raise them, you brute! Stinking barbarians... scoffs Badger, flinging a piece of demon jerky at her adventuring companion...

Sharpening his legendary "Flying Glaive", the Norse paladin of Odin and newly-appointed Earl of Kent Olaf Razoraxe interjects: Awww, come now, Frau Badger! Can't we have a nice dragon egg omelette? Hahahahaa!!