Name: Rantansulat

Species: Boglord

Age: 76

Height: 7'2

Occupation: Quartermaster

Physical appearance:



It's difficult to describe Rantansulat as any anything other than an enormous mass of shaggy fur. One could point out he has lustrous cyan coloured eyes and a rather flat, animalistic face but this doesn't do enough to stress how he is essentially just a sentient mass of fur. He has the basic proportions of a humanoid creature but this fact is often obscured by sheer quantity of fur that he possess. If Rantansulat were sitting down, if indeed there was a chair present that was large enough for him, it'd be difficult to tell if a creature was sitting down or if something had just piled some animal hides.

Perhaps the only other thing worthy of mention about Rantansulat is the enormous set of horns that jut out of his skull. Those more familiar with the Boglord race may notice that Rantansulat does not have the enormous tusks common to the race but those even more intimately familiar with the race will know that it is exactly because of this fact that his horns carry ornate gold engravings. Rantansulat is an old Boglord and as is so often the case his tusks simply became brittle and broke off as he grew older. The engravings on his horns indicate to all other Boglord's that the tusks were not lost before their time, the greatest shame a Boglord can face, but rather it had been their time to return to the bog.

However, to anyone who is not familiar with Boglords Rantansulat's great size and bestial appearance make him look like some terrible monster. He wears no clothes as the only sections of his body not covered by hair are his face, his hands and feet. Apart from the fact he only has three digits on his hands they are not that remarkable. As well as this he only has three toes on each foot but on the end of each of these there are three large claws that arcs upwards. While these claws normally do no touch the floor Rantansulat is capable of bringing them down, something he does when he feels he needs a better grip. It is also worth noting that when Rantansulat becomes wet his fur has a tendency to stand out on end making him look a lot larger but at the same time make him appear astonishingly fuzzy.

Personality: Calm, polite and well mannered, Rantansulat is everything he shouldn't be. He is quiet, respectful and hasn't yet tried to eat anyone. While there are certainly things capable of angering Rantansulat but no one in the Vaguery can recall a time when he has actually raised his voice. He rarely becomes irritated or frustrated and instead seems to be very comfortable with everyone he works with.

Rantansulat has lived quite some time and yet he doesn't have much to talk about. The life of a Boglord isn't an especially interesting one and in this regard Rantansulat is no exception. However, while he rarely has any personal experiences to relate he has developed a very good working knowledge of the world and is quite well versed on several esoteric subjects. He loves to read books although he sometimes requires some one to turn the pages for him and when he is not working he tends to spend his time in the Vaguery's rather cramped library. As well as this Rantansulat has a somewhat baffling love of miniatures and has a developed a large collection of tiny furniture.

Strengths:

Physically strong
While it's unclear if Rantansulat himself realises it he is quite capable of crushing every person working in the Vaguely and probably most people living in the city. Even at his great age he remains extremely strong, capable of crushing a steel helm between his hands. It is a strength he only ever uses to move crates of supplies but this does not change the fact that he is undoubtedly the strongest member of the Vaguery.

Good with numbers
Like many Boglords Rantansulat is very good at keep track of things. He always knows what supplies are on hand, what supplies are necessary to keep the Vaguery functioning. He can also make quick and surprisingly accurate approximations, capable of feats such as telling you how many people are in a crowded room upon entering it or revealing just how many steps it would take to get from the docks to the city gates.

Tough
The sheer quantity of Rantansulat's fur means that he's is not the easiest target to attack. While his face, hands and feet are exposed the fur that covers the rest of his body is so thick that a lot of weaponry would struggle to pierce it. A sharp sword could make it's way though the fur relatively easily but blunt weapons such as hammers or maces would do very little to damage him.

Weaknesses:

Slow
Rantansulat is ponderously slow and not getting any quicker. Despite his large strides his walking speed only just matches that of a humans while his top running speed is around the speed of a brisk jog. As well as this he struggles with complex actions such as writing or even turning a door handle.

Unwilling to fight
While not exactly a pacifist Rantansulat is always reluctant to fight anyone. It is very difficult to anger the Boglord but even one these occasions Rantansulat is more likely to leave than fight. Even if his comrades are under attack Rantansulat will try and break up the fight rather than aid his friend.

Large target
Simply put Rantansulat is one of the largest targets found in Verre Zon that's not a building. He is completely unable to blend in with any crowd and his appearance often leads to people reacting to him quite negatively.

History: The only name for Rantansulat's home is the name given to it by others. The Boglords themselves never named it, something that is not at all that surprising considering the Boglords never even gave a name to their own species. What little is known about Rantansulat's home and his people comes from the human kingdom of Larksblood, a rather small and insignificant state perched on the edge of the wetlands. For the people of Larksblood the vast expanse of fetid wetlands that borders their own lands is known simply as the Westerlands, a vast tract of uninhabitable swampland. This belief that nothing can live in the Westerlands is not one which neglects the presence of a native species that seem to thrive in the bog lands but rather it is an admission of the fact that no one really understands how this species survives. The creatures they have dubbed Boglords are a familiar mystery to the people of Larksblood, it is not uncommon to see one of these giants in the markets of the capital and yet despite this few people know anything about them. They seems to have a voracious appetite, eating anything that is put in front of them, and yet the Westerland contains nothing a human could even think about eating. No one in Larksblood has ever seen a Boglord child, they mightn't even exist, and if there is a difference between the genders no one has discovered it yet. However, no one seems to mind too much. The Boglords are almost totally harmless, they excel at physical labour and as far as people of Larksblood can tell they have no understanding of the concept of war. If the Westerlands were not so devoid of resources it surely would have been invaded by now and the Boglords subjugated.

In human terms Rantansulat is 76 years old, in Boglord terms he is simply old. He was born in the Westerlands, if indeed Boglords are born, and he lived there for 62 years. His time in the Westerlands was spent gathering food for his people and essentially this was all he did. He spent his days wading through the waters of the Westerlands and spent his nights asleep. Rantansulat's life was consistent, each day the same as his last, until the day he lost his tusks. On that day Rantansulat horns were engraved and he was retired. At this point he had a choice, remain with his people and allow others to provide for him or leave the Westerlands and attempt to provide for himself. Rantansulat choose the latter and headed towards Larksblood. Once there he looked for work and he had little trouble finding it. While he was old for a Boglord his physical strength dwarfed that of a human and he was often employed for hard physical labour. Rantansulat simply went where the work was, leaving Larksblood within a year of arriving, and he never stayed anywhere too long. Ten years ago he heard word of Verre Zon, a new city that had work for anyone, and he made the decision to go there. It took many months to find a port city, it took many more months to earn enough money for passage to the new city, but Rantansulat was in no rush.

He arrived in the city just over nine years ago and once again it didn't take him long to find employment. He worked in a foundry, moving around vast quantities of metal and ore , and he was content. Over time it became apparent that there was more to Rantansulat than brute strength, the creature seemed capable of not only accurately gauging the weight of the items he carried but he could also tell you exactly how much ore or metal he had transported any given day. Word of this soon spread throughout the foundry, with Rantansulat becoming somewhat of a legend within the foundry, and then one day Rantansulat was approached by his supervisor. Rantansulat was informed that he would no longer be working in the foundry and instead he would be working somewhere else in the city. The supervisor didn't seem very happy about this announcement, he also seemed to be looking over his shoulder an awful lot, but none the less the supervisor told Rantansulat to go to a warehouse at the other side of the city. So Rantansulat did.

For the last seven years Rantansulat has worked in that warehouse, keeping an inventory of supplies, moving those supplies and even buying new supplies. His job is to keep the Vaguery ticking over and it is a job he does quite well. He spend his days in the warehouse, sometimes he leaves and check on the others within the Vaguery to ensure they are fully supplied and at night he sleeps. Overall, the last seven years of his life have been as consistent as the first sixty two and Rantansulat is extremely happy about this fact.