Appearance

Body Features

Skin: healthy Bronze

Mentality

Personal history

I did not know the names or stories of the other two. I knew only that they were very brave, very selfless, and very dead.
 
We had been kidnapped. At least I had been anyway, and we all awoke chained to some kind of infernal machine. As we gathered our wits, a menacing figure strode confidently out of some nearby shadowed tunnel. While we pulled ourselves to our feet, he threw back his hood and began to monologue at us in a wet, gurgling voice.
 
"I am Vulgaris the Unyielding, Champion of Cruelty, and I will be a God! See before you the engine of my ascension! this, the final step, falls to you. The Fates require that three folk of good heart must choose to sacrifice themselves of their own free will.
I make the choice simple for you. Once activated, this eldritch construct will kill this world and all in it. Preventing this is simplicity itself.
For each of you, there is a lever at hand. Pull that lever and you will die as a sacrifice to my glory and my Godhood! But in turn, you will save untold lives!" He manipulated some device and a large ghostly hourglass appeared, floating over the machine and sand began to drift down.
 
One of the others, a Human man spoke up. From his finery and bearing, I imagined him some type of Noble.
 
"If we do, you'll become an evil god. You will still inflict vast suffering", his voice a rich growl.
 
"Yes," the foul monster cackled. "But it will pale in comparison to the destruction of all, will it not?"
 
The man cursed and turned his back to the beast.
 
The woman, a Dwarf with very pretty braids, rose from the kneeling position she had assumed upon fully waking.
 
"My communion with my God brings no comfort, it only confirms that what he says is true, and that this hellish machine is capable of destroying the world.
 
There is only once possible choice for me" she said resolutely.
 
With that, she reached out, pulled the lever, and died without a further sound and a burst of unholy energy washed over him from the machine, leaving a tether of ugly green power between he and it as the would-be Godling bubbled out a satisfied hiss, not unlike a teapot full of sewage.
 
The man and I stared at her for some time, he pacing while I sat.
 
Perhaps half the sand had run through when the man stopped suddenly, having clearly reached some sort of conclusion. He then addressed the fiend in a clear, strong, voice. "You will be stopped, of this much, I am sure. I can only pray that you are ended both rapidly and painfully." He grabbed the lever, murmured a small prayer, and pulled. As his body settled to the stones, an even brighter tendril of sickening energy slithered out of the machine and embedded itself into Vulgaris, his head thrown and his mad laughter echoing about the chamber.
 
"Almost. Almost! All or nothing! Destruction or Godhead!" as he practically danced in place.
 
He turned his gaze to me, drunk with greed and power. His eyes narrowed though, as he realized that I was still seated.
 
I locked eyes with him briefly and then turned my attention to a particularly stubborn stone stuck in the sole of my boot.
 
He became agitated, "Why do you not act?! Do you understand the stakes?!"
 
I glanced up at him and nodded happily while continuing to try and free the stone.
 
He blinked in disbelief and then snarled "Perhaps I should flense the skin from your flesh. Then you would beg me for the chance to pull the lever and end your agony!"
 
I shrugged. "You could, I suppose. I couldn't stop you. But then I wouldn't be choosing to sacrifice myself for you, would I? Does that still count?"
 
From his shocked silence, I knew it wouldn't.
 
Finally he spoke, his voice low and dripping with venom "I. will. kill. you..."
 
Without looking up, I nodded. "Seems prudent. I don't imagine that I'll become any less insolent."
 
"Unless of course, that you meant it when you said "Destruction or Godhead" earlier. I said as I glanced at the almost empty hourglass. "You can't kill me or replace me without destroying yourself, can you?"
 
His eyes bulged and his throat worked. For a moment, I thought he would say nothing. But then he shock himself like a hound and bellowed "YOU WILL PULL THE LEVER! I COMMAND IT!"
 
I grinned a little as I finally stood and said "That's it, isn't it?"
 
His fury was palpable now. "It will not end like this you insect! YOU WILL OBEY ME!" His eyes skipping back and forth between me and the almost empty hourglass. "If you do not obey me, this world and all that you love will die!"
 
"Perhaps" I said, as I began worrying at the heel of my boot. "Or perhaps the ritual will fail and kill only you. I intend to find out."
 
I suppose that it's possible that even he didn't know himself. He ranted and cursed. I learned a few new pejoratives actually. Then finally, his rage burned down to white hot coals, he simply stared at me in hatred as the last few grains fell. And I at him, in curiosity.
 
Then the hourglass was empty.
 
I do not have the arcane acumen to describe exactly what happened to him. Suffice to say that the Nobleman's prayer may well have become a curse. The energies, and something more malevolent twisted around Vulgaris and his end was both rapid and assuredly painful.
 
I think I shall remember his screams for the rest of my life. Sometimes, they lull me to sleep.
 
Then I retrieved my lockpicks from the hollow of my heel, freed myself and the others and brought them back to civilization.
 
Many have asked, what possessed me to play dice with all existence, and all I can do is shrug and wink in return. From that time on, I have always been known as "Captain M'Love the Inscrutable."

Known Languages

Common, Elvish

Personality

Motivation

Captain M'Love's escapades always entertain, and his fans love me for it!

Vices & Personality flaws

The Captain can't resist an opportunity to play the hero, even when it is not strategically sound.

Social

Current Residence

Boggindor

Contacts & Relations

MEMBERS OF THE "SEVEN-FINGERED FIST OF VICTORY"
 
Georgie Axenhammer, a beautiful Dwarven Fighter known as much for her wit and wisdom as her superlative skills in battle. Her dark sense of humor balances her curmudgeonly care for others.
 
Bethabeth the Otter, a beautiful Air Genasi Bard who swims through the air as gracefully as her namesake. Her aerobatic dances bring entire audiences to silence and then to their feet. She is a loyal and insightful confidant.
 
Stephen Grave, a beautiful Human Undying Warlock. Despite his unforgiving and occasionally harsh nature, he is also known for his fierce intellect and sharp sense of humor.
 
Lord Solindrew, a beautiful Tiefling Hexblade Warlock as agile as a leaping flame and as elusive as a wisp of smoke. His mocking laughter a death knell to those he marked as enemies, his blade a relentless inferno of sparking strikes.
 
Helly Adamanta, a beautiful Aasimar Paladin whose greatest strength by far is her instinctive grasp of what is right. Relentless in her pursuit of justice and uncompromising in her defense of the innocent, she remains a beacon of principle.
 
 
DECEASED:
 
Jeffrey Longreach, a Wood Elf Ranger. Passionate and driven. Good friend to all those in need, terrible foe to villains of any stripe. Killed at the end by demons that pursued him. He is missed.