Karakala is known for garlic, cleanliness, health and sausages. There’s just one blot on their record, the Olemerick festival. Contestants must eat as much sausage as possible. The losers disappear in the mysterious black ooze beneath the town, the winners showered with wealth.
D&D, Retroclones, Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay.
I tend to have a few particular archetypes that I play most often. In the world that I have spelled out thus far I would play a rogue/thief type character who has come up from the slums in one of the fortress cities via sometimes grim and often criminal means. He would be a capable fighter, compensating for the relative lack of combat capability compared to a fighter by taking compensatory skills and specialising in particular weapons. He would mask a terror of falling back into poverty with bravado and a surface-level amoral and materialistic fixation. Beneath that he would be a good man forced to live in bad circumstances, but with sympathies for The Comity’s assault on the status quo.
He would not be above slitting a motherfucker’s throat in their sleep, but would also get drunk afterwards from the guilt.
He might look something like this…
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