Vinegar Tom Character in World of Azocar | World Anvil

Vinegar Tom

male hobgoblin warrior

Many thanks to Rafapalooza for graciously sharing his character with my world.
Vinegar Tom is an opportunist and mercenary from Eastern Talanas. He is known to be active in the northern areas of the Tormvald Plateau, particularly in and around the town of Orst Aerie.

Tom's Story

Little is known of Tom's earliest days. Whether he remembers things or doesn't, it doesn't matter as he doesn't like talking about it. It is surmised he came from somewhere in the Central Barrier Hills on the Atalassia island of Talanas and that he was not yet of age when the Hordes came to his homeland to recruit. Tom thusly avoided the fighting during that conflict.   Many of his neighbors and acquaintances left their homes early in the second decade of the Current Age to go fight in favor of the so-called Night King but Tom did not. He had no stomach for abject conflict without standing to gain from it so he instead opted to play both sides.   Tom went into smuggling supplies and weapons for both sides of the war. He even traded in more elicit goods and that gave rise to his cover as transporter of pickled food goods. This proved especially useful for masking the more sensitive goods he traded in. It also gave rise to his nickname.   The operation proved successful. So much so that Tom quickly has a small group of associates. As the war wound down though, one or more of those associates brought it all crashing down. The group was betrayed during a supply run to the city of Talanas. Trapped, Tom was forced to give up everything to save his own skin.   Though he never learned for sure which of his associates betrayed him, Tom suspected that a fellsworn entertainer named Blackjack Aggathorn was, at the very least the mastermind of the scheme. He had no proof though so, nearly destitute, he headed east to see about his future opportunities.

Tom's Descriptions and Mannerisms

Tom casts a visage that is equal parts grizzled veteran, awkward and gangly interloper, and stalwart brawler. His seven-foot frame is bigger than even most of those of his hobgoblin ancestry and he might look at first glance like he's all limbs and clumsiness.   The reality is quite the contrary. Tom is a fearsome fighter, albeit an opportunistic one. He's had enough success doing so to know that one often stands to gain more from avoiding a fight than they do from wading in blades swinging.  
Alignment
lawful evil
Age
late-30s
Date of Birth
13 bCA
Birthplace
Central Barrier Hills on Talanas
Children
Sex
male
Eyes
red
Hair
hairless
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
pea-colored
Height
7' even
Weight
190 lbs
Aligned Organization

CINDY-PEDES AN' HOBBIES

Da new Krew been a' it foh a bit o'va a day befoh we got an ambush on us. Yuge Cindy-pede popped outta da ground loik a fooked up jak-off in a box. Da new krew we'en't haff bad - a few good licks and that big bugger was nuttin but mash under me boots. Ole smooth skin dug 'round in its guts for a minute and coughed up sum coin. Sed sumthin bout ELECTRIC-um...neva hurd of it...prob'ly convince some poor sod to take it off our hands doh.   Nite watch was unev'nt-ful, pretty boy and pip-squeek got a bit cold HAHA. If they only lis'ened to ole Vinegar Tom, ta grow sum propa fuhr, wuld'nt be a problem innit?   Next day, got 2 a bridge. Fookin made me hart sink - 1 hobbie on da bridge and buncha gobbies on the back end. Gobbies are nuffin, but dem hobbies....ain't got a gud feelin. May PART-ley wif him, talk da talk. Or shuv that 2 smart twat roight off da bridge, sumfin abou' birdz and stones eh? HAHAHA

Da new Krew

Been in dis fookin sit-y for weeks now, ain’t got much as a krumb for job leads until a big ork kunt showed up 2-day. Seems a gud bloke, easy 3 stones high. Kan’t say the same 4 the rest of em; all pip-squeeks, but kapabul pip-squeeks. 1 of em was a kat….me mum always sed I was Lergic to em, but I have ta sneeze yet!   After meetun the new krew, we took a job off some guild hall or other. Sumthin bout a mine, kouldnt hear all too good, some twat kept yappin at us from the back. All ole Vinegar Tom herd is it payz GUD. Much bettuh to do that than talk to sum toiny Gobbie Mayor…GOBBIE Mayor, what a joke.

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