Clover is a tiefling warlock who wields a cursed frying pan named Sizzle, forged when her furious outburst accidentally trapped a demon inside the warped iron. She treats the pan’s hateful whispers as background noise, laughing as she smashes through battle with chaotic pride.
When Chloe "Burnbutt" Saghollow was five-years-and-a-lot-change, she freed Erl—leader of the Wild and Wooly Hunt—from a cold-iron trap using stomp-strength and satyr-style grit. By Feywild Law, he owed her, and sealed the debt with a pinky-pact whispered into her braid like thunder under pie. From that moment on, Chloe carried a sliver of his wild magic—and she was his five-years-and-a-lot-of-change-old, “practically interesting,” Warlock.
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Met D&D in 1976 while in the Navy, learning Russian, and fell in love. We were steady for several years, then drifted apart and saw other people. Ran into each other a few years ago and the spark kinda rekindled, ya know? It’s an open relationship and I hang with GURPS and DragonQuest, but we’re all mutuals and it’s good. Open communication is the real key to any polydice, it’s the only real rule.
I'm a Chthonic Tiefling who faced violence and discrimination on the streets of Baldur's Gate. So, I improvised my own self-defense style and became a Warrior of the Street as described in Valda's Spire of Secrets. An adventuring party came by and recognized my talents and did not judge me based on my Chthonic heritage, so I joined them and now I use my skills to fight the forces of evil.
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Clover is a tiefling warlock who wields a cursed frying pan named Sizzle, forged when her furious outburst accidentally trapped a demon inside the warped iron. She treats the pan’s hateful whispers as background noise, laughing as she smashes through battle with chaotic pride.
When Chloe "Burnbutt" Saghollow was five-years-and-a-lot-change, she freed Erl—leader of the Wild and Wooly Hunt—from a cold-iron trap using stomp-strength and satyr-style grit. By Feywild Law, he owed her, and sealed the debt with a pinky-pact whispered into her braid like thunder under pie. From that moment on, Chloe carried a sliver of his wild magic—and she was his five-years-and-a-lot-of-change-old, “practically interesting,” Warlock.
Met D&D in 1976 while in the Navy, learning Russian, and fell in love. We were steady for several years, then drifted apart and saw other people. Ran into each other a few years ago and the spark kinda rekindled, ya know? It’s an open relationship and I hang with GURPS and DragonQuest, but we’re all mutuals and it’s good. Open communication is the real key to any polydice, it’s the only real rule.
I'm a Chthonic Tiefling who faced violence and discrimination on the streets of Baldur's Gate. So, I improvised my own self-defense style and became a Warrior of the Street as described in Valda's Spire of Secrets. An adventuring party came by and recognized my talents and did not judge me based on my Chthonic heritage, so I joined them and now I use my skills to fight the forces of evil.