Oh You want a bio from ol Scabby eyh?
Well not much to say really. Well my tale begins in the underbelly of the beautiful city of Crossten known for its merchants of all sorts and meat pies, also its very disgustin, and ill kept sewers I have the misfortune of calling home. Anyway back in my youngling years, I had a mischief of rodentines I’d hang with made of Tumble the big plucker, Clipper the maniac, and Halftail the scary one, I miss em quite a bit. You see our kind tends to be ok with the cards that were dealt to us. Well we weren’t. We were rabble rouser and rebels even if we weren’t taller than a common chair back then. Dat is how I got me name actually. You see the city guard loved comin down to our part of town and swinging their floppy you know what’s around. They especially loved roughing up me and me crew. For the most part we’d have to bow down. But one day I was like “wait a tick! Halberds are big, tunnels be small, how can they even swing dat thing ere?” So I wents to dem and I said “Ey Mug face, why don’t you stop swingin dat huge pole as if you be tryna compensate for you manhood and face me so I can shove it your sewage hole!” You see my plan had one fatal flaw: Guards have halberds that are hard to use in dem tunnels, but guards also have fists. So yeah all five of them beat me to an inch of me life, I had my bones cracked, fur all messed and peeled. As I was recoverin the next day Halftail looks at me and says, “damn! You have more scabs then fur” and then Tumble said “yeah you one Scabby fellow now” and Clipper started laughing, ever since then I have been known as Scabbs, however I prefer Scabberton, sounds more…noble.
Another friend I had back in dose days was Hartol. He was an Ursine Scholar, he would actually take me and me gang in and give us weekly free lessons on ethics, history and some other important social stuff that clearly meant a lot to him. He’d say we had potential to do great things and be a good example for the future of Rodentines and the Fherjian nation. Only problem was we had to learn how to control and utilize our unstable “passion”. We valued his lessons so much so that for a few years into our adolescence we spent more time learning from him than causing trouble. We actually started teaching others of our loose community these lessons on liberty, equality. But a good thing can last so long, the local baron found out that the denizen of his gutter were getting wrong ideas, they raided our dwellings roughed even destroyed Hartol’s office. Clipper, the idiot, decided to use the teachings and tried to inspire us to stand up and fight back, the guards did not like that and made an example of Clipper. Die you worthless Rat, they said as they slowly slit his throat. That was the first amongst us to go.
This event, also known as the great Crossten pest shakedown, really devastated me and my friends. We failed Clipper, I failed Clipper, I was too afraid and now he was dead. We realized that all of Hartol’s teaching were all hogwash. We had to get out of this city and see the world, be something, or we would be like Clipper a dead no body on the side of the road. As if on cue a mercenary band called the corpse brigade came to town, they was lookin for new members for an assault they was planning on a neighboring lord’s keep. Hartol tried to convince us that if we went that way, the only thing awaited us was a life of conflict, pain and vice, but we had enough, our race was worthless, we did not want to die like Clipper and have scavenging through dung and daily beatings being the only life we knew. We decided to join the Brigade
We were given to the warband of Holt the Bolt, real asshole. They brought us to the siege, along with 11 other fresh rodentine recruits. They gave us bags and told us that they wanted to utilize our we were to run to the walls with the bags of supplies and wait for the rest of our team. This way, they said, the rest of the troops can run easier under fire since they wouldn’t be slowed by the weight. Made sense we thought, ugh! I used to be so stupid.
All 14 of us grabbed the bags and started running. Arrows flew, guards screamed, 8 of us got taken out before we reached the wall, Halftail being one of them. I dragged her to cover and grabbed her bag and kept going. Once I got dere I took off the bags, even got excited as I saw Tumble at the other end of the wall. “Kill that worthless Rat!” I heard above me, the same thing they said to Clipper as they killed him. Rage fueled me as I blacked out. All I remember from the rest of that evening is hearing multiple loud explosions and screams OH and a lot of blood. When I came back to myself the keep’s walls where all rubble, no rodentine including Tumble anywhere. But the rest of the brigade were surprised to see me alive. I later found the wounded half tale who told me she saw everything. There were bombs in the bag no supplies, we were all supposed to die in a suicide wall assault.
Half Tale was crippled now, couldn’t walk properly and she decided to go back to Crostten, she begged me to come with her, not let these mercenaries get me killed like they did Tumble. But I had my taste of bloodlust, I had killed, I had felt the pull of war, the power to decide if my foe would live or die, I was hooked. I stayed with the brigade.
I spent about a decade fighting under Holt and seeing the world. But he was a mad man, he never had a care for the soldiers under him, also I had never forgotten about Tumble. A faithful day came when I chopped his head and took his place as one of the lieutenants of the Corpse Brigade. Life as a leader was pleasant, there was no shortage of some dumb upstart trying to take my place, but I’d always showed them who’s boss. I started to develop a reputation of being an honest psycho, the Scarred Plague they called me. Known for my skills with a blade and appetite for the world’s pleasures. The boss man Weigryn respected my results but said I talked a bunch. Lucille Fang blade, Aatrio and Garret Widow Maker hated me. Ecix and Wilson Bear flayer enjoyed me as a drinking partner. Lastly Celine the Mountain was…well let say she and I were more than friends and if life had worked differently I could have seen me and that giant human living a happy life together. What!? I can be romantic sometimes, ehhh SHUT UP!
Then Came the faithful day that I was betrayed. It was at the early days of the magi purge. I was approached by this woman who told me that a lot of the magi families in the city we were pooling their resources together and were looking for mercenaries to get them to safety. They had heard of my honesty and trusted me with their hideout. I went back to the lads and let them know of the contract and made a whole argument for them. Weigyrn gave me the go ahead. I brought the rest of the brigade to the hideout, only to be double crossed, the rest of the brigade, including Celine had struck a deal with the Chrism and used me to find them. I was given a choice, to let go of my reputation and join the brigade or leave them to fight and die besides the magi. I choose the latter. My entire band and the magis were slaughtered in front of me, including the younglings.
I managed to cheat death a 3rd time and went into hiding. I went from town to town and hid amongst the rodentine. I tried to stay out of sight for years and die in peace. One day as I was searching near a set of ruins in my new hiding hole Raskier I came across a group of lowlifes who was roughing up and robbing a poor robo elf, I helped him drive off the bastard leaches and helped the elf out, it kind of reminded me of the time Hartol saved me all those years ago. I learned that his name was Bard and he was an escapee from a land of beings called the Azlorai or some big word with a lot of zs and odd vowel combinations. Regardless we became best mates, I’d made a new friend.
Less than a year later, history repeated itself as I witnessed a group of youngling rodentines brought a very pissed of noble and his small army after them, he wanted those younglings’ head. Whatever they had done, they clearly didn’t deserved what I awaited them, also they were about the age of what Clipper was when he got offed, they looked just like me and my mates did back in the day. I gave a speech to the rest of all the rodentines there, the same speech Clipper gave all that time ago, but somehow I managed to reach them, the rodentines all rose up to fight with me, we (including Bard) DROVE THOSE BASTARDS OUT and saved the younglins.
I never thought that this moment would change my life. That night I got approached by a grand and beautiful being that called itself Malfuriel. He was apparently an arch angel of courage and war, and he was choosing me to be one of his special agents in Aldorbryn, I was overly proud and shocked and took on the mantle. I was now a war Cleric of Malfuriel. I now live a life for my patron. I have a special mission to spread his courage to whats left of this dying world so I can inspire all to rise up to their oppressors. The path, Malfuriel have lead me to here. I now lead a rodentine revolution that would make my old friends proud. Also I work with my best bud Bard, Max the last of a proud Magi line, Strada a nutcase Half orc that is the last of a dead monkly order, and a creepy fishwine demon. We are fighting against time to save this world from the Elukai and chrism threat, I know Malfuriel will guide me the right way, his whispers will not let me down. I am just scared of what will happen if I see some faces from the past
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