Plutarch

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Plutarch

Plutarch the Great, on the field of battle after a victorious fight with a rivaling nation.

Player Name	Kelsey
Relatives	Alive (So far)
Affiliations	The Fated Five
Marital Status	Single
Species	Ursin
Gender	Male (He/Him)

Plutarch the Great (Pluto) was an Ursin hero who was one of the Fated Five, born to a fearsome bremish tribe that resided in the north of the Breme.

History

From a young age Plutarch trained to become a war bear and eventually, like all male bremish ursin, joined the infamous army of his people. Throughout his residency in the army, Plutarch rose through the ranks and was the youngest to earn the title of captain. Because of his accelerated success, Plutarch gained many envious foes who plotted against the new captain. On the eve of a great battle, Plutarch’s rivals took action against him, fatally wounding him and then throwing him through a portal to an unknown plane. The rivals then branded Plutarch as deserter which is one of the highest crimes of the bremish people.

The unknown portal led to the forests of Isonhound where the mortally wounded Plutarch was found and healed by druids. After some time, the druids were able to rehabilitate Plutarch but there will always remain a tender spot on his left side, right below his chest where he received the fatal wound. Driven by pride and anger, Plutarch was determined to seek out the betrayers and make an example of their treachery. He insisted upon going back to Breme to right this wrong and to reclaim his honor. As soon as he was better, Plutarch worked tirelessly with the druids to craft a portal to take him back; picking up a bit of his own taste for magics. When they were finally able to conjure the portal, Plutarch's return was not greeted with warmth or joy. It was plagued by death, malice, and a bitter sting of abandonment. Plutarch's absences from the battlefield was noticed and was decidedly the reason the battle was lost; along with hundreds of bremish lives. The treacherous rivals blamed this failure on Plutarch's abandonment, his desertion, his act to put himself above his country. Plutarch's trial was swift and merciless. He was shamed and shunned. Stripped of all his titles and belongings, he was escorted to the barren wastes that bordered his nation and was instructed never to return. Who was once written in their scrolls as Plutarch the Great was now altered to Plutarch the Coward, Plutarch the Shamed, or more commonly among his people Plutarch the Pathetic. Some say he wondered from one end of Breme to the other. Some say he died of bitterness in the remotest mountains to the west. Others say he walked through another portal to the plain of oblivion. Needless to say, he was never seen in Breme again. Plutarch's name, along with the many great victories he achieved for his people, was buried in the ice and snow of Breme.

Pluto the Pathetic, on the side of some tavern drinking away his woes.

By some unknown account, Pluto washed back up onto the land of Isonhound. His new druid acquaintances barely recognized the creature that stood before them. The ragged, defeated, and pathetic creature in front of them was surly not the determined bear they sent off months ago. Regardless of his condition, the druids offered Pluto sanctuary once again, but this time he did not take it. Instead he chose to wander the vast forests of Isonhound performing manual labor jobs for a small pittance or (more occasionally) drinks. Pluto soon developed a deep dependence on the effects of alcohol. Relying upon the magics of these liquids to erase the pain and memories of his past. Say his name in any bar or tavern and people will speak of his cast iron constitution, or his desperate need of a bath. Although sometimes he be a nuisance for business, the tavern keepers tolerate his presence because of the physical favors they can ask of him. Sometimes at night you can hear him incoherently shouting “Pluto! Conquerer -hic of the hang-over.”

Pluto's Log:

Session 7: Dungeon or Dragon

So Lorna made everyone poop their pants when she conjured up this massive dragon. And this is not your average "massive dragon" size. We are talking gigantic, ginormous with a side of extra large. I really do not know what these people are capable of.

Note to self - the hot one can turn into a dinosaur! A cold blooded, mother loving DINOSAUR!

I have either drunk too little or too much today... Probably too little, but I can easily fix that.

Session 10: Whales, Scales, and Tails

Eldrina pulled out this magical boat patch from her never ending bag of stuff. I wonder what might have happened if we went across the water with that.

These huge monster came out of the water and got poor Persie. I had to do something but the blasted thing had scales as thicks as glaciers. My axe couldn't penetrate. So I went for the eye. Even that was hard. It felt like I was trying to skewer a cannon ball.

So don't even ask how I ended up in the mouth of this thing. I don't even remember how I got there. All I know is that the blasted monster was trying to EAT ME! I was too focused on holding the mouth open to notice the view. I bet it would have been nice. Maybe if I was smaller it wouldn't have any interest in me; I guess I should reconsider the diet thing. I guess I can now cross off "almost eaten by a Dragon Eater" off my bucket list. All I can say is that if there are more of them, they should really invest in some breath mints.

When all was said and done, we finally made it to the other side. Honestly, wasn't sure if we were going to make it. I collapsed to the ground and Thimble lent me his pack to lay my head against. Not too bad for one of them fancy royalty folk.