Bork Lazer

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

EDIT: Possible stupid question, but could we also submit characters villainous in their mainstream universes as heroes in this one, if plausible? (E.g. Black Manta as an Aquaman alternative, etc.)

@BingTheWing

Oh god, please. Black Manta is like Eobard Thawne but with a really big hate-sized whale boner for Aquaman.

The Quilted Flag - Act I

4

Dawn came sooner than expected, yet, seemingly later than never for Ollo Darechnin.

Dappled sunlight leaked through the yawning gaps of the straw rooftop. Ollo's consciousness shifted in and out of the sweet peace of hazy slumber and the ailing reality of a new day. The creak of wood rubbing against wood jostled him out of sleep. He grumbled, eyes still closed. Probably just the morning delivery of ale. He shifted his bulk to the left, burying his face into the innards of his bed. The crowing of the tavern's ashgale elicited a groan from him. Ollo quivered and cursed silently, his enormously long ears twitching from the sudden intrusion of noise and hubbub that hailed morning's arrival. Couldn't he just have a moment of peace and quiet?

"Oi, rat. Get up!," A bellowing voice followed by a few hefty knocks finally woke him up. "Customer's 'ill be 'oming at mid-day 'nd I 'on't 'ave ya lazing about!"

Apparently not. His eyes slowly fluttered open, the first rays of Gemflor’s dawning splendor dribbling down his lashes. "Bloody donkey... Could call me a rabbit for once..." The Raskaal stumbled out of his makeshift bed, consisting of a trampled mixture of Maiden’s Hair and Stallion’s Mane stuffed inside a feeding trough. A stained, moth-eaten blanket served as his bed-sheet, marred from years of misuse by their previous owners. He stood stock still for a moment, ears quivering from the motes of dust before releasing a sneeze. Nine months and already he was beginning to miss the sweet sounds of glocken-dials in Hevnklippe that punctuated the arrival of a busy, yet, productive day. Stodman society was just so woefully primitive in comparisons to the architects and craftsnin of Raskaal society.

As he strapped the belt buckle of his trousers, he stared at a metallic reflection of himself on the cauldron. His chef's hat was lop-sided between his two ears. His tawny pelt was more gnarled and furled than usual. He lifted up his arm, sniffed and gagged. The stench was worse than boiled wine. It'd been a week since he'd gone out for a proper wash. His fur was beginning to become mangy from hours of cooking in the sweltering heat of the kitchen. He needed a wash, but he wouldn't find one here. He'd tried to cleanse himself in the Stodmen outhouses before. It'd left him a blubbering, swearing mess that caused Stodmen mothers to cover the ears of their spawn.

Ollo shimmied his body through one of the many rotting cracks in the planked walls, pushing himself out with a plop. His feet savoured the yielding yet firm sensation of earthen soil underneath his feet. The sky was tinted like the sea, flecks of white froth rippling in the temperate climate of Heil. He hopped through a patch of Maiden's Hair that grew behind Ledwyn's Tune. He stopped for a moment to tear a few young sprouts up from their roots and took a slight nibble, grinding it between his teeth. A light sweetness intermixed with a watery crunch which yearned to be used in salads, garnishing, stew stock and more. He grabbed a few more just for assurance. Ollo stopped in his habitual foraging and pondered the line of forests guarding the hilltop, the towering Raiche trees glowing in the dawn's wake. A breeze of wind blew north, rustling the trees and littering the floor with seasonal shedding.

Ollo breathed the air in deeply, taking in the scent of morning dew, bitter dirt, the minty morning chill of the day's beginning. He began to eagerly hop away from Ledwyn's Tune towards the forest in search of a shower.

_{XP: 0
Gold:50
Attacks Spent: --
Actions Spent: --}

The Quilted Flag - Act I

I’m GMT+8 and I’m gonna have my exams soon so I’m probably free on the weekends.

The Quilted Flag - Act I

Nah, it's cool. I'm just amused if your character doesn't turn out to be a vampire elf in disguise. (@Admythaus, do vampires exist in this universe?)

The Quilted Flag - Act I

I'm trying to work out which skills to give Dio. I want Dio

@Mae

Pokemon - A Studio Ghibli Takeover, “Job Vacancy - Help Wanted”

Consider me interested.

That is all.

The Quilted Flag - Act I

Fuck, in hindsight, I should have made the Raskaal seal people.

The Quilted Flag - Act I

As I Walked Out One Midsummer's Evening...

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Ollo Darechnin

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_{" Snacks soothe the soul. Supper brings together family. Feasts heartens a village and banquets prosper nations. Food is the language of all races. "}
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^{XP • 0,000 Gold • 50}

Race / Species Raskaal	Sex ♂

Appearance Unlike his muscular krieger brethren, Ollo is dimunitive in comparison to the 5 foot tall towering heights of these elite warriors. Ollo overall bears the most resemblance to an over-sized stodman rabbit. A even whiskered face complement a bright buck-toothed smile with plump furry cheeks to each side. A coat of tawny light grey fur coats his rotund body interspersed with black spots that slowly accumulate into a dark pelt at the bottom of his torso and back-legs with one single white scuttle-butt. His underbelly and pouch are coated with a fine carpet of white. His twitching leaf-shaped ears are lightly burned and cut at the edges from several past kitchen incidents. He is never seen without his usual chef adornment consisting of an over-sized chef's hat and a stained apron.

Age - 24	Voice Rough and burlesque. Far more louder than you would expect for a woodland creature of his size.

Trade- Chef	Skills - Sensitive Taste 1 | Nature 1 | ---

Quirks Fond of picking up roots, berries, leaves or any edible substance and storing them in his pouch. Snacking during conversations or social meetings. Scratches his ears with his feet. Doling out criticism about food on a daily basis. Scribing notes down.

Interests Breakfast, stodman cuisine, tea, Org cuisine,lunch, Raskaal cuisine, supper, prodigious use of insults, dinner, baking, cooking, brewing, forest root stew, beetling, wandering, campfires, smiles, compliments, happy customers, writing

Disgusts bad cooking, bad cooks, beer, alcoholics, wasting food, cannibalism, cynicism, violence, warfare, foxes, wolves, unhappy customers, resting in one place, staying still

History Ollo was born in the Raskaal colony of Havnklippe, located near in the mountainous and rocky steppes of the Org Nation of Uhm. Located on a isolated coastal beach underneath the shadow of limestone bays and quartz-stone headlands, Havnklippe was born of scouting expeditions sanctioned by the Raskaal to colonise other lands without the other races noticing. It was a burgeoning kingdom, all of its inhabitants expecting it one day to rival the majestic Raskaal capital of Loppe. The lord of this mighty keep was Kayzar Fjeld, his line originating from the first instigators of Raskaal civilization. Hewn in the cliff-side from drift-wood and sculpted stone, Havnklippe's docks and ports provided safe harbor for all Raskaal where sea trade and commerce flourished. The seas were flush with trout, eel, skippers and flatfish. The seaside cliffs were ripe for mining and scavenging. It'd kept faith with the local Org colonies that were nearby. Kayzar was intent of securing Havnklippe as the next capital of Raspkallian society and believed it to be the centre and birth of numerous Raskaal colonies where Raskaal wouldn't have to walk across land but venture out into the seas to new promised lands. He commanded the respect and worship of all Raskaal under his leadership. Well, with the exception of one Raskaal. Ollo was born in a one and fifty-member pack of the Krieg Kaste. The Krieg Kaste were the noble warriors who defended Raskaal society from all manner of invader, who were responsible for fending off attacks that would have ended the colony of Havnklippe, for ensuring its survival during the War of Brambles. Each Raskaal of the Krieg could lift a boulder, venture up a mountain and conquer the most mightiest of beasts. Ollo defied those expectations by being the runt of runts when he was born. He was so small and so puny that he could fit within the palm of a stodman. His father, Jeger, was furious about his son's physical condition. Had his brood mate consorted with another Raskaal? Had she become afflicted with a ailment or pestilence of some sort? Was Ollo a curse that the god Ratotaskr had laid upon them? Regardless, he would see fit that his son would become a krieg or die trying. During his childhood, Ollo was relentlessly teased by his brothers, sisters and related brethren for being a fussy eater, refusing to eat a meal until it was cooked in a specific way. Under one of the many limestone caverns of Havnklippe, Ollo frolicked and played with the other children who outsized him by a large margin, building sand-castles and fishing from the outcrops of rock that met the sea. When it came time to prove his worthiness as a Krieg, Ollo went on a hunting trip with his larger brothers in the hopes of proving himself in the eyes of his father. They ventured into one of the mountainous caves, hoping to find a bear but something worse laid in wait for them. It was a pygmy Gegehrun wyvern that had migrated from the west. Jorgamandr the Giant. The great lizard pounced upon their scouting party, bearing a breathe of thunder, claws like guillotines, teeth and scales mightier than the strongest Raskall fortifications. It would be easy prey if it took up arms against a Raskaal Krieg party but a hunting party of initiates? It swallowed his brothers like flies, gutted his sisters like roaches and felled the stones with a single swipe of his tail. Unfortunately, the battle took a toll on it as Ollo waited out the conflict for his opportunity to strike. The gegherun, whilst mighty, had sustained grievous injuries and was lying lame. Ollo readied his crossbow, ready to fire the wick bolt into the pupil of the beast that had felled his brethren and made mincemeat out of his friends. The gegherun was evidently starving, rib-thin frame throttling as its long tongue rolled out to beg. In an act of mercy, Ollo spared the Gegehrun and began to converse with it. Jorgamandr revealed that a nearby Org colony had refused to allow it to feast on the cattle and that it had isolated itself in the caves, waiting to starve, waiting to die, knowing that it would be a danger to everyone if he'd let his instincts take over. Ollo pitied the gegherun and began to taught it how to cook, how to nourish and fed for itself other than preying on deer and other critters such as himself. As a reward, the gegherun allowed it to take one of its teeth. A few months later, Ollo arrived back to the colony with no evidence that he had cowed a gegherun nor any animal pelt or skull to show of his prowess in hunting. No one believed his story. No one would. Everyone believed that Ollo, the Kitchen's Blade, had retreated from the cave before the start of the ambush and had gallivanted off to sate his unusual curiosity for food. An epic tale of bravery and courage couldn’t be completed without evidence of bloodshed. Seeing no other recourse for Ollo's lack of talent in martial combat, Jeger effectively used his sway within the council of Havnklippe to excommunicate Ollo from the Krieg and out of spite, sent him to work in the kitchens of Hevnklippe amongst the Ildstaal. Washing old seaweed, shelling crabs and dicing mushrooms was a useful outlet for his anger until he met Pippin, the old steward of Hevnklippe's kitchens. Pippin took Ollo on as a apprentice, fostering his love for cuisine and outdoor explorations by going with him to trips to the Org colonies during supply runs. Pippin feasted with Ollo and Ollo feasted with Pippin. All was good in the world. For a while. Unfortunately, Pippin was nearing the end of his road, coughing and wheezing eventually leading to Ollo finding his master sleeping peacefully in his bed. Only Ollo and a few other Ildstaad were there for his funeral ceremony. Disillusioned and distraught, Ollo stared outwards at the shimmering seas of the Bue Channel, tide ebbing in and out, looking at the stars. What was his destiny? To rot in Hevnklippe for the rest of his days as a bottom-dwelling cook like Pippin who no one appreciated for his talents? Generations of Raskaal were calling to him at that very moment, the spirit of discovery, adventure, fame and the horizon beckoning his trepidation. The gehregun and the cave were only a taste of what awaited out in the wider world. He could not stay in Hevnklippe. He would not grow old and die here, forgotten. It was a dusky Fehmbday dawn in mid-autumn, the sun slowly awakening from its perch. The fetch of the Bue Channel was howling with gale winds, the promise of fast travel and lands beyond the reaches of Havnklippe. He knew that he had far to go but not, as yet, how far. Accepting his own self-imposed exile from Havnklippe, Ollo gathered the last of his supplies and climbed on-board a Raskaal sail-boat, venturing off from the rocky crags of Uhm and towards greater lands, one glance towards his place of birth and a steady look towards his future. Ollo wandered across Gemflors for 3 years, travelling across a series of networked dirt roads and pavements connected to each of the nations in an inescapable wanderlust. He stops from tavern to tavern, offering his skills in exchange for fair pay, good work and knowledge, leaving unexpectedly with no warning to continue his journey onwards towards...somewhere. Adventurer, if you are curious to find and converse with the 'Kitchen's Blade', then, you may now find him as a cook in Ledwyn's Tune, a tavern located on the outskirts of Heil. He will offer you more of his deeds and escapades in exchange for an hungry appetite and a willing ear.

Traits

Grounded	Visionary	Flakey	Understanding	Easy-Going

Clothes & Equipement

White Linen Chef's Hat	Cotton Tunic	(arms)
(hands)	Pocketed Apron	(waist)
Flaxen Belt	Baby Sheepskin Trousers	(feet)
Bandoleer of Spices	Leather Haversack	(accessory #3)

Inventory

Personal Cooking Tome	Pygmy Gegherun Tooth Knife	Cavestone Pan
2 x Reed of Charcoal	Flint and Steel	Folded Up Tent
Bottle of Sea-Shroom Oil	Pouch of Ember-Kernels	4 x Phials of Seasonings (Blue Eyfrel, Mountain Ginger, River Salt, Dried Himvock)

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The Quilted Flag - Act I

As I Walked Out One Midsummer's Evening...

0

Ollo Darechnin

______________________________________________________________________________________
_{" Snacks soothe the soul. Supper brings together family. Feasts heartens a village and banquets prosper nations. Food is the language of all races. "}
______________________________________________________________________________________

^{XP • 0,000}

Race / Species Raskaal	Sex ♂

Appearance Unlike his muscular krieger brethren, Ollo is dimunitive in comparison to the 5 foot tall towering heights of these elite warriors. Ollo overall bears the most resemblance to an over-sized stodman rabbit. A even whiskered face complement a bright buck-toothed smile with plump furry cheeks to each side. A coat of tawny light grey fur coats his rotund body interspersed with black spots that slowly accumulate into a dark pelt at the bottom of his torso and back-legs with one single white scuttle-butt. His underbelly and pouch are coated with a fine carpet of white. His twitching leaf-shaped ears are lightly burned and cut at the edges from several past kitchen incidents. He is never seen without his usual chef adornment consisting of an over-sized chef's hat and a stained apron.

Age - 24	Voice Rough and burlesque. Far more louder than you would expect for a woodland creature of his size.

Trade- Chef	Skills - Sensitive Taste 1 | Nature 1 | ---

Quirks Fond of picking up roots, berries, leaves or any edible substance and storing them in his pouch. Snacking during conversations or social meetings. Scratches his ears with his feet. Doling out criticism about food on a daily basis. Scribing notes down.

Interests Breakfast, stodman cuisine, tea, Org cuisine,lunch, Raskaal cuisine, supper, prodigious use of insults, dinner, baking, cooking, brewing, forest root stew, beetling, wandering, campfires, smiles, compliments, happy customers, writing

Disgusts bad cooking, bad cooks, beer, alcoholics, wasting food, cannibalism, cynicism, violence, warfare, foxes, wolves, unhappy customers, resting in one place, staying still

History Ollo was born in the Raskaal colony of Havnklippe, located near in the mountainous and rocky steppes of the Org Nation of Uhm. Located on a isolated coastal beach underneath the shadow of limestone bays and quartz-stone headlands, Havnklippe was born of scouting expeditions sanctioned by the Raskaal to colonise other lands without the other races noticing. It was a burgeoning kingdom, all of its inhabitants expecting it one day to rival the majestic Raskaal capital of Loppe. The lord of this mighty keep was Kayzar Fjeld, his line originating from the first instigators of Raskaal civilization. Hewn in the cliff-side from drift-wood and sculpted stone, Havnklippe's docks and ports provided safe harbor for all Raskaal where sea trade and commerce flourished. The seas were flush with trout, eel, skippers and flatfish. The seaside cliffs were ripe for mining and scavenging. It'd kept faith with the local Org colonies that were nearby. Kayzar was intent of securing Havnklippe as the next capital of Raspkallian society and believed it to be the centre and birth of numerous Raskaal colonies where Raskaal wouldn't have to walk across land but venture out into the seas to new promised lands. He commanded the respect and worship of all Raskaal under his leadership. Well, with the exception of one Raskaal. Ollo was born in a one and fifty-member pack of the Krieg Kaste. The Krieg Kaste were the noble warriors who defended Raskaal society from all manner of invader, who were responsible for fending off attacks that would have ended the colony of Havnklippe, for ensuring its survival during the War of Brambles. Each Raskaal of the Krieg could lift a boulder, venture up a mountain and conquer the most mightiest of beasts. Ollo defied those expectations by being the runt of runts when he was born. He was so small and so puny that he could fit within the palm of a stodman. His father, Jeger, was furious about his son's physical condition. Had his brood mate consorted with another Raskaal? Had she become afflicted with a ailment or pestilence of some sort? Was Ollo a curse that the god Ratotaskr had laid upon them? Regardless, he would see fit that his son would become a krieg or die trying. During his childhood, Ollo was relentlessly teased by his brothers, sisters and related brethren for being a fussy eater, refusing to eat a meal until it was cooked in a specific way. Under one of the many limestone caverns of Havnklippe, Ollo frolicked and played with the other children who outsized him by a large margin, building sand-castles and fishing from the outcrops of rock that met the sea. When it came time to prove his worthiness as a Krieg, Ollo went on a hunting trip with his larger brothers in the hopes of proving himself in the eyes of his father. They ventured into one of the mountainous caves, hoping to find a bear but something worse laid in wait for them. It was a pygmy Gegehrun wyvern that had migrated from the west. Jorgamandr the Giant. The great lizard pounced upon their scouting party, bearing a breathe of thunder, claws like guillotines, teeth and scales mightier than the strongest Raskall fortifications. It would be easy prey if it took up arms against a Raskaal Krieg party but a hunting party of initiates? It swallowed his brothers like flies, gutted his sisters like roaches and felled the stones with a single swipe of his tail. Unfortunately, the battle took a toll on it as Ollo waited out the conflict for his opportunity to strike. The gegherun, whilst mighty, had sustained grievous injuries and was lying lame. Ollo readied his crossbow, ready to fire the wick bolt into the pupil of the beast that had felled his brethren and made mincemeat out of his friends. The gegherun was evidently starving, rib-thin frame throttling as its long tongue rolled out to beg. In an act of mercy, Ollo spared the Gegehrun and began to converse with it. Jorgamandr revealed that a nearby Org colony had refused to allow it to feast on the cattle and that it had isolated itself in the caves, waiting to starve, waiting to die, knowing that it would be a danger to everyone if he'd let his instincts take over. Ollo pitied the gegherun and began to taught it how to cook, how to nourish and fed for itself other than preying on deer and other critters such as himself. As a reward, the gegherun allowed it to take one of its teeth. A few months later, Ollo arrived back to the colony with no evidence that he had cowed a gegherun nor any animal pelt or skull to show of his prowess in hunting. No one believed his story. No one would. Everyone believed that Ollo, the Kitchen's Blade, had retreated from the cave before the start of the ambush and had gallivanted off to sate his unusual curiosity for food. An epic tale of bravery and courage couldn’t be completed without evidence of bloodshed. Seeing no other recourse for Ollo's lack of talent in martial combat, Jeger effectively used his sway within the council of Havnklippe to excommunicate Ollo from the Krieg and out of spite, sent him to work in the kitchens of Hevnklippe amongst the Ildstaal. Washing old seaweed, shelling crabs and dicing mushrooms was a useful outlet for his anger until he met Pippin, the old steward of Hevnklippe's kitchens. Pippin took Ollo on as a apprentice, fostering his love for cuisine and outdoor explorations by going with him to trips to the Org colonies during supply runs. Pippin feasted with Ollo and Ollo feasted with Pippin. All was good in the world. For a while. Unfortunately, Pippin was nearing the end of his road, coughing and wheezing eventually leading to Ollo finding his master sleeping peacefully in his bed. Only Ollo and a few other Ildstaad were there for his funeral ceremony. Disillusioned and distraught, Ollo stared outwards at the shimmering seas of the Bue Channel, tide ebbing in and out, looking at the stars. What was his destiny? To rot in Hevnklippe for the rest of his days as a bottom-dwelling cook like Pippin who no one appreciated for his talents? Generations of Raskaal were calling to him at that very moment, the spirit of discovery, adventure, fame and the horizon beckoning his trepidation. The gehregun and the cave were only a taste of what awaited out in the wider world. He could not stay in Hevnklippe. He would not grow old and die here, forgotten. It was a dusky Fehmbday dawn in mid-autumn, the sun slowly awakening from its perch. The fetch of the Bue Channel was howling with gale winds, the promise of fast travel and lands beyond the reaches of Havnklippe. He knew that he had far to go but not, as yet, how far. Accepting his own self-imposed exile from Havnklippe, Ollo gathered the last of his supplies and climbed on-board a Raskaal sail-boat, venturing off from the rocky crags of Uhm and towards greater lands, one glance towards his place of birth and a steady look towards his future. Ollo wandered across Gemflors for 3 years, travelling across a series of networked dirt roads and pavements connected to each of the nations in an inescapable wanderlust. He stops from tavern to tavern, offering his skills in exchange for fair pay, good work and knowledge, leaving unexpectedly with no warning to continue his journey onwards towards...somewhere. Adventurer, if you are curious to find and converse with the 'Kitchen's Blade', then, you may now find him as a cook in Ledwyn's Tune, a tavern located on the outskirts of Heil. He will offer you more of his deeds and escapades in exchange for an hungry appetite and a willing ear.

Traits

Grounded	Visionary	Flakey	Understanding	Easy-Going

Clothes & Equipement

White Linen Chef's Hat	Cotton Tunic	(arms)
(hands)	Pocketed Apron	(waist)
Flaxen Belt	Baby Sheepskin Trousers	(feet)
Bandoleer of Spices	Leather Haversack	(accessory #3)

Inventory

Personal Cooking Tome	Pygmy Gegherun Tooth Knife	Cavestone Pan
2 x Reed of Charcoal	Flint and Steel	Folded Up Tent
Bottle of Sea-Shroom Oil	Pouch of Ember-Kernels	4 x Phials of Seasonings (Blue Eyfrel, Mountain Ginger, River Salt, Dried Himvock)

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The Quilted Flag - Act I

@The Bork LazerI like the raskaal a lot so far! Like you said, they need a little polishing, but I didn't catch anything too incompatible with the world. I like the idea of them being one of the most technologically-advanced races--feels unique. The only place I questioned was the skills--can they climb due to hooked claws? By "supernatural" senses is "highly-refined" intended? Or are their keen senses magically-based? That's it. Also, I now really want to read "The Mouse and the Org," haha.

@Admythaus

Yes, to the first one and no, to the second one. Their senses are a mixture of magical and highly-refined due to the events that were involved in their evolution. Some members can taste the type of flour and water that went into bread, some raskaal can hear a fart one kilometer away and etc.