Recent content by Urberus

“I am afraid I have not the faintest clue what you mean,” Urberus replied, with knowing, congenial look. The interruption and arrival of a third abruptly marked the end of the tete-a-tete, for Urberus rose. “Hello young man, please, have my seat. Myy ugly monkey and I were just leaving - oh...

“Mmmm,” Urberus mused, the deep creases around his eyes crinkling. He took a moment to light his pipe and give it a few puffs until smoke dithered out in a slow, lingering cloud. The orc squinted at Afanas through the haze. “And are you? Free, that is.” Another puff. “What if I told you...

Urberus’ brows rose in mild surprise. The monkey shrieked at the outstretched hand, fangs bared. “Oh hush, Chime. Do you not see a friend?” Urberus shooed the monkey back, then took svelte offered hand in his own and shook firmly. He smiled, a kindly twinkle in those eyes. “Wonderful to meet...

The door to the tavern groaned open, hardly heard amid the hubbub, and a wizened orc shambled inside. He leaned on a gnarled staff and an exotic, large-eared monkey sat on his shoulder, making grabs at the hats and drinks of people the orc passed. The orc spotted Afanas and made a beeline for...

Sliver of Drakormir

Urberus looked up from the candle he was examining to see the floating mummified remains of the first arrival. He did not appear startled by the sight, which only made sense, given the invitations he sent out. “Ahhh, welcome. I am Urberus, I see you’ve already met Gerald. What may I call you?”...

Bayou Garramarisma Crossroad Mire A portly man stood on one of the “roads” that led into Crossroad Mire from the docks. If you could call it a road. He snorted to himself and dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief. Gods it was hot here. The “road” was a set of wooden planks propped up on...

“Ah,” said Urberus’ grimacing as the gnolls began to ravage the poor fellow, peeling him apart like an overripe melon. It was likely too late to save him, but… Urberus produced a vial from inside his sleeve, which he uncorked and handed to his monkey. “Drink up now…” The monkey downed the...

Urberus smiled congenially, though the effect was lost by his broken tusk and glaring monkey, who was now beating its little chest and shrieking in fury. “Oh hush, Chime. Let’s see here,” he waved a hand and the lights dimmed to a soft glow, little more than the light of the two moons. Then...

"Ah, no not quite," Urberus wheezed, stroking the braids of his beard with blackened fingernails. "I'm looking for a flower that only grows in this region. It's said to- well, that doesn't really matter now." Pale green eyes looked between the skeleton and the... mostly dead man covered in...

"Oh my." A wizened orc hobbled into the graveyard on a staff that he leaned heavily upon. He was severely balding, but the braids of his beard were almost pure white. He wore simple robes of green and red and a large satchel slung over a shoulder. It tinkled like glass as he walked forward...

Bonfire #4 Cumulative: 6 Roll: 3 - 1 = 2 Old Urberus hobbled along, smiling to himself as the others passed him on horses and chariots. The smile promptly disappeared as one of the riders, a devil-kin with a grin to match, tossed a vial over his shoulder with far too much casualness. It...

A very old orc with a strange monkey on his shoulder hobbled up to the starting line on his walking staff. He was already wheezing. Smiling toothily, Urberus waved at a familiar face amid the crowd in Ledhros Caur, or at least the boar-thing that looked like Ledhros. Then the fires burned...

“Do you?” Urberus leaned over the counter between them with one hand, while the other stroked the braids of his beard. His fingers were stained and blackened by acid burns and his nails were unnaturally long. The old orc’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Fascinating. Fascinating. Yes, of course...

An old orc swirling a decanter turned around, white brows shooting up on his wrinkled forehead as he saw the three, no four, individuals crowding his shop. "Oh my!" A monkey hopped from the ceiling down onto his shoulder, where it perched to glower menacingly at the customers. "Well, well...