Black-Ratchet

  Rising Crowns: New Chums     The sun angled into the window of the dingy flophouse Otto Stormspout had bedded down in when he awoke, vision bleary and hair mussed. Rolling off the straw-filled pallet with a muttered curse, he stood, stretched and grimaced as a small series of crackles shot up his spine. “Nnnnh, gettin' too old to be away from home for so long . . . ah well. Business is business, after all . . . ”     He dressed briskly- linen, satins, silks, velvet, leather, and iron donned with a solemn efficiency. Despite the fading shadow of a hangover murmuring in the back of his mind -- an artifact from a glass too many

*Name:  Otto “Stickyfinger” Stormspout *Known Aliases:  Otis Maelstrom, Uncle Sticky, The Fissure Man *Race:  Human (nominally) *Age:  34-42, depending on who's asking, and why *Height:  6' 2” *Weight:  185 lbs. *Current Kingdom:  The Immortal Goblin Empire of Karsh *Place of Birth:  Unclear; possibly Tharsis *Rank:  0     Completed Quests:  0 *Profession:  Barkeep, Tavern Owner, Rumormonger, Womanizer, Cautionary Tale Enjoys:  Gossip, Glints, Shinies, Suckers, and the Ladies Hates:  Stupidity, Unreasonable People, Bad Tippers, Bad Strippers Description:  Otto Stormspout is a tall, well-muscled human of medium complexion