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Woefully Fat follows the young Tek down the path silently. He wasn't sure where they were going, but it had to be better than the plantation.

I think we're good to go.

Can it really be true?

Polo!

Is this dead? It feels dead.

We've all posted, I think. We're just waiting for the GM.

Just waitin'.

Part of my concept for Woefully Fat is to try and speak with a Caribbean patois to make him seem more authentic to the setting. If this is in any way offensive to people, I'd be willing to stop.

I'm just getting flashbacks of Jar Jar. :)

The bocor called Woefully Fat had come a long way. He had walked, ridden, and sailed leagues to stand beneath the shadow of Mother Pele. His people, the Aizanes-Tulita, had long given up the sole worship of the more traditional gods of the Tulita: Great Pele, Lakua Mao, and the Totem spirits. He would still give tribute to the western gods as was appropriate, but he served the Loa, foreign gods carried across the sea by Libynos traders; spirits of life and death, earth and air, the duality of humanity and nature. They were what he drew his strength from, but they were not well known here. Woefully Fat hoped that this would not make him a pariah among his lighter-toned brothers.

And so the bocor listened when brought before a local Tulita shaman, or at least he listened as well as a deaf man could. His hearing had been gone for many years, stolen by the vengeful orisha Legba for his arrogance, but Woefully had learned to cope. He could read lips well enough and understood the sign language brought by the new pale immigrants to the Razor Coast.

One such pale-skinned man was shouting at him now, while the helpful young Tekongo showed him the plight of the Razor Coast Tulita. Woefully couldn't hear him, but he read his intentions easily enough. The colonial took him for a slave, despite his appearance.

Woefully Fat looked different from the typical Tulita in a number of ways. First of all, he was a giant. The bocor had never met a man as large as he, standing well over six and a half feet and easily cresting 25 stones in weight. He was also strikingly dark, his skin closer to ebony than the teak tones of his cousins, a hallmark of a century of Libynos mingling with the Aizanes-Tulita. Finally, he was dressed strangely. He wore little more than light cotton shawl tied loosely about his waist and a pair of hemp sandals to keep his feet from burning on the sun-baked ground. His enormous gut and chest were bare, the better to show off countless scars from blades and fire, symbols of his devotion to the Loa. Around his waist were a number of odd items: a hefty driftwood cudgel, a razor sharp knife, an assortment of pouches and bags containing ritual components, a human-shaped poppet, and his mask.

The slave-driver didn't concern him. Woefully Fat feared no man, for he had stood against the will of a Loa and felt the cold embrace of death itself. A mere mortal could not hope to equal that power. The only whip the bocor would jump to was his gods'. Still, it wouldn't serve to stir up trouble so early after his arrival. He turned his back to the advancing colonial and addressed Tek. "Dat mon thinks weuh slaves. We should guh before trouble finds us." Woefully Fat's speech, like most Aizanes-Tulita, is colored by the Libynosan language and is heavily accented.

Very cool. :) I'll write something up tomorrow.

Present!

Unfortunately, no.

I read in the other Razor Coast's group that our GM's internet box was completely busted in a storm. Apparently she will be back when it's back up and running.

I figured I would be a new-comer.

Woefully Fat's intro could be something like a "fish out of water/welcome to life in the big city" sort of story. His entire life has been spent on the fringes of society, but he received a vision to come to Port Shaw, but for what, he doesn't know.

If that seems like a cop out on my part, I'll think of something for interesting, but I have to work a beer festival all day tomorrow, so I'll be MIA until Sunday afternoon. Sorry!

I still need to upgrade my gear to level 5. I'll have that finished soon.

Thanks for the selection!

Just posting to get people's hopes up. ;)

I could roll with mythic.

There we are. Fluff and crunch can all be found in the alias. Let me know if you have any questions.

Thanks for the consideration!

Aww, man. I came here with my crunch all done. And now I'm 5th level? Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.