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Abdul Alhazred
Terrific Tales of Times Past!
In the northeast corner of the room, surrounding a tasteful ice sculpture of one Ichabod Crane in a rare moment of dignity, a small crowd had gathered. Not one of them shared a history, but amongst all of them a deep kinship was felt. These were the Fables best known for their scholarly duties.
Wizards, warlocks, sages, mages, witches, and liches of all sorts generally congregated in groups, for a wide variety of reasons. In some cases, it's because the only thing a witch can understand and empathize with is another witch. In others, it's because witches are naturally obligated to start bloody conflicts with other witches. In a rare few cases, it's because these witches have something they need from one another. Regardless of the reason, there was a war of many-colored and many-shaped witches huddled around one another, with little care for each other's personal space. As is the case with many magic-users' meetings, things remained amicable but with very noticeable overtones of impending violence. At the present, they were boasting about their experiences.
Abdul Alhazred was, contrary to popular opinion, not one to flip over tables and shower the room in hellfire at the slightest hint of competition. Nonetheless, he happily kept the same tone of voice the rest of the witches, who were the kind of people to do just that. His voice was cheerful and gentle, but, as was uniform amongst magic-users, held Implications. Right now, it was Abdul's turn to speak.
Abdul had been talking about the myriad minor gods, daemons, spirits, and deluded mortal creatures he had consulted over the course of his travels. Creatures of the night were, strangely enough, quite talkative if properly libated, and could act as a bottomless font of eldritch lore.
"--and I'll be honest, it was the best pilaf I've ever tasted!" Abdul said, wiping a stray fleck of dust off his shabby woollen jumper. "Yaldabaoth is quite a useful fellow, once you got used to him!"
This set off a wave of hawkish chattering amongst the attending witches and wizards. A small amount of them had convened with the Squamous God Yaldabaoth, Lowborn King of Scaled Vermin, Banner-Carrier of the Black Century, and often found their interactions to be pleasant, if somewhat tense.
The conversation briefly diverted onto the topic of how best to prepare pilaf. Many of the witches present had come from The Rus, and were eager to have their voices heard. The air around the impromptu coven stank of ozone as the witches amicably bickered and spat with one another. The sight of a crowd of witches arguing, much like a raging hurricane, can only be seen in its true horror a ways away from its center. At the center of it all was Abdul, smiling toothlessly and pleasantly presenting his own ideas on how best to prepare pilaf. Yaldabaoth and plenty others had given him a bottomless index of recipes borne from man's deepest dreams, and he was happy to share them!
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Currently, the most level-headed people in the RP are a pair of Yakuza toughs. The heroes are currently either brutalizing dine-and-dashers, killing police officers, shooting at people with assuned sinister motives, or being shot at for assumedly having sinister motives.
I'd say a Lawful Good hero is in order.
I'd say a Lawful Good hero is in order.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tokyo Stock Exchange Ruins
Kenji pumped his fist energetically. Saejima-sensei would forgive Kenji and Hachirou if they were saving the good people of Japan from foreign invaders, right? Right!
"I know where the school these scumfucks are attacking is-- I walked near it damn near every day I worked at that ramen shop! C'mon, I'll take us to the front gates!"
Kenji wrapped his arms around Hachirou, and the two of them were gone.
Bright Elementary School Main Gate
The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control. These two miserable terrorists had long ago squandered their chance to surrender, and were now desperately fighting a war of attrition against the entirety of Japan's supply of cops, soldiers, and superheroes. It was clear that, whatever happened to them, it would end messily.
Hachirou and Kenji appeared rather suddenly, twenty yards away from the school's front gate, next to the fence. After getting his bearings, Kenji peeked through the school's fence at the scene unfolding ahead of him.
Sweating bullets and furrowing his brow, Kenji untangled himself from Hachirou, and very nearly screamed into his ear.
"Those fucking murderers! Look at them!"
Kenji drove his fist into the fence, drawing blood from his own knuckles.
"Alright, the big guys'll have this situation under control. What we gotta do is get the kids to safety! I'll teleport us both across the quadrangle, and we'll lead 'em out while those two psychos get themselves killed. You with me?"
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
It's going to be very funny when they're shot, bombed, and gassed by the military for their completely-unfounded spree killing.
A posse officially formed, you set off in the direction of Mount Nu-Goro. Unfortunately, Mount Nu-Goro is located across the country, and you're in the single least-navigable portion of the Twisted Acres that you know of. Even getting out of the Fungiwoods would be a Herculean task, let alone making it across the Tumult and the Gerudo Tundra within the day. A mad plan is better than none at all, and stranger things have happened recently.
With a spring in your step, you set off through the dense mists of the Fungiwoods. That map Dingle made very succinctly shows the way out of the Fungiwoods. Unfortunately, it only shows the way out in the direction of the Kokiri Sinkhole. Still, the many landmarks and rudimentary trails shown on the map do well to let you know when you're going the wrong way. It should be as simple as finding which direction you went previously and doing the opposite, right?
Roll to navigate the Fungiwoods using a relevant Cliche. Score to beat: 14. Use the Diceroller on Orokos and link the results here. The person who rolls the highest will be the "Leader" for this scene, and part of everyone else's rolls will be added to the Leader's score.
With a spring in your step, you set off through the dense mists of the Fungiwoods. That map Dingle made very succinctly shows the way out of the Fungiwoods. Unfortunately, it only shows the way out in the direction of the Kokiri Sinkhole. Still, the many landmarks and rudimentary trails shown on the map do well to let you know when you're going the wrong way. It should be as simple as finding which direction you went previously and doing the opposite, right?
Roll to navigate the Fungiwoods using a relevant Cliche. Score to beat: 14. Use the Diceroller on Orokos and link the results here. The person who rolls the highest will be the "Leader" for this scene, and part of everyone else's rolls will be added to the Leader's score.
So, what fable is Man-Bat from?
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tokyo Stock Exchange Ruins
A dishevelled-looking man in a ruined three-piece suit cowered under a temporarily-secure area underneath a toppled girder. His safe zone creaked and groaned ominously, and it was likely that it would not be safe for long.
Suddenly, a tattooed arm broke out from under his hiding location, and grabbed hold of the man! Before he could react, both him and the arm disappeared! Just in time, the girder collapsed, rendering anything that would have been in there destroyed!
Outside, surrounded by a ring of firetrucks and ambulances, Kenji and the dishevelled-looking man reappeared. Moving with trained but careful determination, a team of paramedics brought the man over to a bright-blue tent, for support and medical care.
Kenji dusted himself off, and attempted to regain his breath. Rescuing survivors was a nerve-wracking job, but someone had to do it. He always needed some time to work the ringing out of his ears after teleporting right into danger.
The police radio near the refugee tent was placed caught Kenji's attention.
"All special units to Bright Elementary School, we have confirmed reports of two armed terrorists, one with an automatic weapon and one with a large sword. The terrorist's current location is in the quandrangle, all units be aware that there is a civilian in danger right now. Please report immediately!"
Terrorists shooting up a school?! First the stock exchange, and now this?! This shit would not stand! I gotta get out of here and deal with this shitheads, but-- can I disobey Saejima's orders?
Wringing his hands nervously, Kenji paced around the outside of the Tokyo Stock Exchange, looking for a brother who was not busy with the relief efforts. To his own relief, Kenji found Hachirou busy with a phone call. His voice tinged with agonizing anticipation, Kenji caught Hachirou's attention.
"There's a bunch of fucking terrorists shooting up a school! We gotta get out there and take 'em down before they kill any kids! Listen, I need you to come with me and act as a character witness. If Saejima-san thinks I'm going off drinking on the job again, it'll be my dick they cut off this time!"
BIGBY WOLF
Didn't even remove the citations when you took that from the wiki page, did you?
Name: Abdul Alhazred. This name is (falsely) thought of as a pseudonym by his readers.
Nickname: Abdul
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Job: Abdul makes a tidy sum as a writer of coffee table horror novels. He has written several books on alternative medicine and spirituality, to mixed reception.
Personality: Despite his history, Abdul embodies the very concept of a kindly old man. He is always happy to accept guests into his home, and holds no small amount of patience for children and pets. Abdul's voice is a horrendous grackle-squawk tempered only by a soothing tone and a thick Arabian accent.
Fable: Once upon a time... Abdul was of a scholarly mind from his birth in the early 700s, in The Arabian Homeland. Surrounded by beings with terrific powers, Abdul took it upon himself to record many of the less savory beings living in his Homeland. He traveled across his homeland, learning hushed stories from local shamans and priests, and narrowly evading death at the hands of ghuls, djinni, and other demons of all sorts.
The end result of Abdul's travels and learnings was enough to fill an entire grimoire of dark lore and sinister rituals. Abdul named his grimoire Al Azif, after the mysterious howling noises supposedly made by demons in the night. Not satisfied with the reception Al Azif got in the Homeland, Abdul moved to the Mundane World, and worked his way across medieval Eurasia, learning from the local cultures and adding onto Al Azif.
Abdul Alhazred happily shared his works with all who were curious, and found astonishing popularity as a wizard, medicine man, and exorcist. Al Azif was passed on to a wide variety of recipients, and influenced a large amount of the world's occult culture throughout the Renaissance and beyond.
Al Azif was rewritten dozens of times by Abdul, each attempting to serve a different purpose. Some became holy instructions for demon-hunters, others became an occult recipe book for raising the dead and cursing one's enemies.
The latest of Abdul's rewrites, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, had found its way into the possession of a little-known English author in the early 1900s. Plagued by nightmarish dreams about what he read in the Necronomicon, the author wrote story after story based off his fiendish night terrors. At the forefront of all these stories was the nightmare-creation of the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.
Due to the nature of belief and its effects on one's life, this astonishing surge of popularity not only gave Abdul great amounts of power, but it changed him immensely. Once thought of as a kindly old wizard, his public image had turned him into a snaggle-toothed warlock with a crooked back and yellowing eyes. All of Abdul's other works were forgotten, and the Necronomicon entered into the public subconscious as Abdul's greatest and only product. Now known as a mad worshipper of elder gods and sinister demons, Abdul went a bit insane. He produced many more eldritch tomes bastardizing his previous works, and personally headed a number of dangerous cults. Each time, his tome went forgotten, and each time his cult was disseminated within the decade.
In 1950, Abdul realized that his current attitude would only end in an unpleasantly brief moment of government attention, and opted to find some peace away from his homelands. He moved away from the Old World, and emigrated to America. His books on cruel rituals and mad gods found no audience beyond the tabletop wargames crowd, and so Abdul turned his encyclopaedic knowledge of the occult outwards into the fictional realm. Now a little-known writer of penny-dreadfuls and spooky doorstoppers, Abdul eked out a quiet living in New York.
Never one to interact with other Fables, he hadn't even realized that Fabletown existed until recently. When it was discovered that he was the Abdul Alhazred, Abdul was promptly forced into Fabletown, to live with the rest of the Fables. The alternative, of course, was definitely not preferable. Abdul is certainly not a pillar of the community, but he has earned some measure of popularity as the suspiciously kind old freak living in a creepy apartment.
Abilities: Abdul has no actual combat abilities, though his fingernails are almost constantly filthy, and he is abnormally strong for someone of his stature.
Abdul's many travels have given him a wealth of knowledge, focusing on tradition, herbal medicine, ancient religions, and defense against evil creatures. He knows a wide variety of rituals for a wide variety of circumstances, though the materials necessary for them have long ago gone extinct. Only a few rituals can be reliably replicated with modern equivalents.
Abdul is a quite popular author, and his appearance is well-known to his readers. Though he is certainly not a celebrity like the (in)famous Jack, Abdul is capable of using his star power to get small amounts of special treatment from mundies.
Though Abdul is quite hideous, he is not nearly hideous enough to require a Glamor and has had plenty of experience working with mundies. Abdul is capable of comfortably fitting into mundane culture with very little effort on his part.
Nickname: Abdul
Race: Humanoid Fable
Gender: Male
Job: Abdul makes a tidy sum as a writer of coffee table horror novels. He has written several books on alternative medicine and spirituality, to mixed reception.
Personality: Despite his history, Abdul embodies the very concept of a kindly old man. He is always happy to accept guests into his home, and holds no small amount of patience for children and pets. Abdul's voice is a horrendous grackle-squawk tempered only by a soothing tone and a thick Arabian accent.
Fable: Once upon a time... Abdul was of a scholarly mind from his birth in the early 700s, in The Arabian Homeland. Surrounded by beings with terrific powers, Abdul took it upon himself to record many of the less savory beings living in his Homeland. He traveled across his homeland, learning hushed stories from local shamans and priests, and narrowly evading death at the hands of ghuls, djinni, and other demons of all sorts.
The end result of Abdul's travels and learnings was enough to fill an entire grimoire of dark lore and sinister rituals. Abdul named his grimoire Al Azif, after the mysterious howling noises supposedly made by demons in the night. Not satisfied with the reception Al Azif got in the Homeland, Abdul moved to the Mundane World, and worked his way across medieval Eurasia, learning from the local cultures and adding onto Al Azif.
Abdul Alhazred happily shared his works with all who were curious, and found astonishing popularity as a wizard, medicine man, and exorcist. Al Azif was passed on to a wide variety of recipients, and influenced a large amount of the world's occult culture throughout the Renaissance and beyond.
Al Azif was rewritten dozens of times by Abdul, each attempting to serve a different purpose. Some became holy instructions for demon-hunters, others became an occult recipe book for raising the dead and cursing one's enemies.
The latest of Abdul's rewrites, the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, had found its way into the possession of a little-known English author in the early 1900s. Plagued by nightmarish dreams about what he read in the Necronomicon, the author wrote story after story based off his fiendish night terrors. At the forefront of all these stories was the nightmare-creation of the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.
Due to the nature of belief and its effects on one's life, this astonishing surge of popularity not only gave Abdul great amounts of power, but it changed him immensely. Once thought of as a kindly old wizard, his public image had turned him into a snaggle-toothed warlock with a crooked back and yellowing eyes. All of Abdul's other works were forgotten, and the Necronomicon entered into the public subconscious as Abdul's greatest and only product. Now known as a mad worshipper of elder gods and sinister demons, Abdul went a bit insane. He produced many more eldritch tomes bastardizing his previous works, and personally headed a number of dangerous cults. Each time, his tome went forgotten, and each time his cult was disseminated within the decade.
In 1950, Abdul realized that his current attitude would only end in an unpleasantly brief moment of government attention, and opted to find some peace away from his homelands. He moved away from the Old World, and emigrated to America. His books on cruel rituals and mad gods found no audience beyond the tabletop wargames crowd, and so Abdul turned his encyclopaedic knowledge of the occult outwards into the fictional realm. Now a little-known writer of penny-dreadfuls and spooky doorstoppers, Abdul eked out a quiet living in New York.
Never one to interact with other Fables, he hadn't even realized that Fabletown existed until recently. When it was discovered that he was the Abdul Alhazred, Abdul was promptly forced into Fabletown, to live with the rest of the Fables. The alternative, of course, was definitely not preferable. Abdul is certainly not a pillar of the community, but he has earned some measure of popularity as the suspiciously kind old freak living in a creepy apartment.
Abilities: Abdul has no actual combat abilities, though his fingernails are almost constantly filthy, and he is abnormally strong for someone of his stature.
Abdul's many travels have given him a wealth of knowledge, focusing on tradition, herbal medicine, ancient religions, and defense against evil creatures. He knows a wide variety of rituals for a wide variety of circumstances, though the materials necessary for them have long ago gone extinct. Only a few rituals can be reliably replicated with modern equivalents.
Abdul is a quite popular author, and his appearance is well-known to his readers. Though he is certainly not a celebrity like the (in)famous Jack, Abdul is capable of using his star power to get small amounts of special treatment from mundies.
Though Abdul is quite hideous, he is not nearly hideous enough to require a Glamor and has had plenty of experience working with mundies. Abdul is capable of comfortably fitting into mundane culture with very little effort on his part.
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