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’Twas the eve before Starlight and all through the ward
Every ‘venturer slept, not a one swingin' swords
Every yard was well tidied and pleasing to eye
In the hopes that Saint Nymeia soon might swing by
The retainers all nestled a’ snug in their beds
While short sales on pixie plums danced through their heads
My chocobo stabled, and I unbamboozled
Felt readily abled to catch a quick snoozle
When out in the ward there arose such a noise
I feared Brass Blades were shaking down good gals and boys
When what should my wondering eyes lay upon
But a pair of legs planted facedown in my lawn
'Twas local inspector all flailing and stuck
For the son of a gambling house, sure had poor luck!
Then right there behind me,before I could blink
There stood old Godbert Manderville pouring a drink
I had put out the milk and Manderflakes, you see
In the hopes that Saint Nymeia might trim my tree
They say it can happen, a Starlight surprise
And that’s just what was happening before my eyes
I averted them- unlike the old story goes
Godbert stood there without his all his fine fur-trimmed clothes
And you shouldn’t stare slack-jawed at oiled chest and smalls
When a monet’rist fancies to come deck your halls
Old Saint Nym he worked quickly while I sputtered “How?!”
Hanging Gold Saucer scratchoffs on each piney bough
And he smiled ‘hind his spectacles, bare-chested, beaming
For leaving sweet hopes of his MGP gleaming
Isaid “Why do you do all this seasonal charity?
The Traders ought value more all-year-round parity.”
He mopped his brow startled by boldfacin’ questions
Said “I need to hit tax breaks - got better suggestions?”
I said “Raise every wage of folk in your employment
So they’ll have Gil to spare more on spreading enjoyment
Folk struggle out there to make ends meet for giving
When trying to scrap out a hard honest living
Don’t chase end turn rep’rations in ditch effort mission
To repair despair of unfair working conditions!”
He said “Son, that’s enough of your Socialist ranting,
I’ve got to get on with my Ul’dahn enchanting."
I had never seen rich men tear off with a wink
But I swear there were dusttrails before I could blink
And I heard him exclaim as he dashed out of sight-
“Spinners’ luck to you all, and a Happy Starlight!”
What does your WoL do to celebrate and remember those who are gone? (Q from Orion_bun)
He opens a cask of Nopales Moonshine down in Drybone every year, for The Rising. The townfolk, what's left of them from that Hard Season, come together to remember the Calamity's casualties.
He scatters new seeds on the dessicated Goobbue that sits with its back to the Burning Wall, so that its backside biome grows even more wild and perplexing to botanical experts.
Tried taking pilgrimage with Mimita, last year, up to Thal's Respite, but the hush airs and the oil lamps were so maddeningly quiet that he had to take his respite just outside the shrine, after only a few moments of reverent stillness. He prays that the Heaven of Fire is all the Traders' duality, on the other side of that vacuum-solemnity of loss- full of tambourines and hand drums, oud and desert flute.
When he was younger, more mischievous, when the wailing took all the fun out of funerals, he’d write playful epitaphs on unmarked headstones in ochre clay. Got himself banned from the Lichyard for a time, for that stunt, but it was worth at least someone’s laughter, aye?
Nowadays he recites his uncle’s rhymes. Tells family stories. Cooks tuco tuco tacos and lays trapline for them like his father taught him, and bakes his mother's recipie, for basbousa. Drinks coffee, bazaar-style, from a set of antique cups he pilfered back from his Auntie’s place.
He wears flashy trinkets and little adornments on his turbans and hats, in memory of his father. He stops to give full ear and smiles, proudly, whenever merchants & chocobo couriers recognize him and speak fondly of Turudawa Kurudawa, finding his likeness in his son's mannerisms. He hangs a painting of the Silver Bazaar's sunset on his wall, and sticks his 2-Gil opinion loudly between general populace, and those who would see any of the old trading Hamlets buried beneath the sands.
Whenever he walks in well worn wagon grooves in the road, he hopes that Oschon guided those hardy caravaneers in more distant family relations home to Thal’s Halls, and that the balance of their lives were weighed worthy. He knows his own folks gave of their humble hospitality plenty, to be met with the same courtesies.
@mythrileye , askin' me in patch Limbo:
"If [Ruckus] was a quest giver, what would his quest be? What lore would we shake out of his pockets?"
If he was a quest giver, you might fetch some tuco taco ingredients for him in early Drybone levels of MSQ. He'd tell you more about the Golden Bazaar's glory days, a haven of a caravan stop filled with lively merchant gossip and duty-free inter-caravan haggling. You'd touch base with his cousin up at Highbridge, who is an archer extra in the FATE chain there. Post-Ifrit, he'd express his contempt and grief and guilt for the community's losses. For Ungust's betrayal.
You'd meet him at Seventh's Heaven in Mor Dhona, later, a barfly adventurer to tap for information in the middle of another quest, marvelling at how Lichyard Marques was really the brilliant Ironworks chief all this time?
You meet him on the road in the Hinterlands, later, schlepping cheese and whirlycogs for Skysteel, a new machinist with an overladen pack. You'd rendezvous at Bigwest Shortstop and wheelydeal with goblins together, participate in a flock-led Bear Hunt FATE. He'd express wariness about Rowena's scrip empire expanding to Idyllshire being 'just another Ul'dahn monopoly', despite the locus of adventuring opportunities developing on the Dravanian Frontier.
During Stormblood, just before the grim tensions of Ghimlyt Dark, a classic 'pass out three servings of rations' around camp quest. Each recipient of a warm slab of Tuco Tuco Tacofied twist on Shepherd's Pie marvels at how the familiar flavor sparks a faded memory of a childhood journey through East Thanalan. One seasoned Maelstrom marine says his father used to make food sort of like this, after a long voyage across the Indigo Deep.
Post-Endwalker, maybe after you'd tied off this coming alliance raid, you'd find him down near the Voyaging Goobbue corpse, scattering seeds. He'd give you a tooth, and suggest you take it up to Oschon's shrine, overlooking Bronze Lake. He'd warmly share in the road you've travelled, beg your stories, tell you that Tacos are actually from the New World, he's learned... And wouldn't it be grand to get out there, someday?
"The Spot" -A little place tucked away underneath Camp Drybone's scaffold ramp, complete with a cookfire and some boxes for sittin' on.
Nothing fancy, mind, just the perfect hideaway for adolescent ragamuffins to shield themselves from the sun or the rain, kick back and just Be in some company. The lentil seller never really minded them loitering back there, so long as they weren't rustlin' through the goods... though he allowed them humble handfuls of this n' that to eat from time to time, in exchange for tuco-tuco meat, or forgaged mushrooms and mustardseed, or the rarer black truffle rooted up from behind the Golden Bazaar.
In the months that turned to years following the Calamity, before he headed for Ul'dah, Ruckus spent most of his free time when he wasn't out trying to sell tacos parked here, peoplewatching, trading gossips, laughin' about nonense with the other fellas his age.
And then there's the Drybone barroom- Where Ruckus hit the Nopales Moonshine quite heavy for awhile. Everyone did, till things got a bit rowdy for the Flames stationed there to be reelin' in every night, and they started selling cheaper, watered-down forms of Cactus Piss.
The Golden Bazaar was a different kind of hamlet, a livelier trading post, back in its heyday. Ruckus and his folks shared one of the buildings with the rest of their kin, but mostly slept out-of-doors on the nights big caravaans came through, giving their beds to the wealthiest of the overnighting traders and sleeping under the taco stall awning. He never really saw this as a sacrifice, or a kind of poverty, but a chance to stay up late listening to talk around the wagoncircles, watching the stars, dreaming of where his own travels might take him someday.
He minded aldgoats in his youth, and learned his father's trade- trapping plentiful roadside pests and turning them into food stall profits alongside his cousin, who would later take up security work for the route through Wellwick Wood. His mother and his auntie, her three daughters, turned a profitable laundry service for the caravaan circuit and tanned aldgoat hides to patch up boots, make wide-brimmed drivers' hats and chocobo reins.
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Wonderwall in Eorzean fashion is a song made popular topping the charts during the first Rising celebration- it's a memorial song about the 1.0 Great Goobbue Wall at Ul'dah. It's easy chord progression, so every bard does, and people get misty-eyed hearing it, despite its seasonal (and non-seasonal) overplay.
Also me, flipping through the screenshot folder- Sheeeesh, it’s been a full year since Mimita and Ruckus went up to Thal’s Respite? Time flies.
idk how to describe this properly but there is Something There with characters who show their love through devotion, through service… loving from a distance, and proving their love by looking after them, caring for them, keeping them safe… i’m thinking about “i can’t carry it, but i can carry you” from sam gamgee, i’m thinking about “til my dying day” from eliot spencer, i’m thinking about “not to me, not if it’s you” from pylades, “i’m with you to the end of the line” from bucky barnes… love through the act of Following, of swearing fealty. and the tender surprise that comes with it when their loved one adores them in return.
The shameless ways he pursued his boyhood sweetheart and the teasing he got from the neighbors/his cousins/his friend group for it.
That one time he forgot to pay for his meal, having been caught up in conversation
Random Vulgarities overheard last Tuesday
Knowing that he worked unknowingly, throwing his fistfighting matches on purpose, for Teledji Adeleji for a whole few moons. AFTER he'd been ghosted-on promised backing and had family recipies stolen.
Ruckus regrets unmooring Ungust, a local rival, from his boyhood group of peers and neighborly regard so thoroughly that he took up with dodgy influences and sold out their community to Amal’jaa. Yeah THAT Ungust. He often wonders if he’d been a little nicer, more forgiving…
And guiltily, especially around this time of year, he has heartache about not putting up bigger fuss when his parents left to support the adventurers holding down Ul’dah during the Calamital siege. For believing them, when they told him to behave, be good, they’d come home.
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"Ask me something about WoL/MSQ canon-specific Ruckus!"
Chi: Why did WoL!Ruckus start working with the Scions? Who was his first point of contact, what kind of relationship did he have with them and the work they were doing together?
That doesn't really deviate from canon much-
He ran into Thancred during his early Ul'dahn days, they had a very informational-exchangey relationship, strained by ARR!Thancred's casual skirt-chasing. Kinda put-off by his tendancy to turn up, conveniently, after most of the work is done.... but Thancred also witnesses Ruckus being absolutely devastated by the outcome of the Ifrit mission, and it's really after that point that he commits himself to the Scions fully and wholly, hoping to not repeat the failure with other primals. Everybody else in the Scions sees his victory over Ifrit as a hopeful victory, but Ruckus is deeply and personally wrecked by it.
As for other scion general 1st-impressions... he's charmed by Tataru's sing-songing front desk vibes from the absolute outset, mildly intimidated by team Yda & Papalymo both for being *more skilled* than him at the job's he's juggling at ARR's outset (Pugilist/Thaumaturge), and kinda indifferent about Y'shtola because he's still very obsessed with Astraea at this point, all her intellectual charm points are things he's already pining for in someone else.
Ruckus was reluctant at first, to venture down to Vesper Bay's Scion HQ, because of the negative impression he has with Lolorito's shipping empire- it took some reassurance for their non-affiliation with the monetarists to feel at home returning to the Waking Sands, and he was absolutely on board in immediately understanding Minfilia's post-2.0 position on relocating HQ to maintain neutrality.
Merry- 1. what are the biggest differences between wol ruckus and rp Ruckus?
WoL Ruckus is just more accustomed to rolling up his sleeves and getting Big Shit Done, but he’s helped by the powers of plot-steering direction, where RP Ruckus flounders a little for lack of focus.
RP ruckus is a lot more recreationally people-oriented, and definitely a bigger Trader and Merchant than fighter- I don’t think WoL Ruckus has half the culinarian re-rooting that’s been going on with RP Ruck, just not time and space to hone that.
RP Ruckus has the hometown guilt of not being around for Bowl of Embers, but WoL Ruckus bears the weight of killing Ifrit barefistedly but not actually saving his neighbors, which slaps an extra layer of unresolved disconnect/discomfort from Drybone on him. He’s also buried more allies in the Lichyard, and associates his hometown more heavily with failures and death.
He’s still very lighthearted/upbeat in tone, but sees that cheerful levity as more front-faced obligation sometimes than RP Ruckus does. RP Ruckus is working through interpersonal life in a way that’s more intimate and less broad strokes, he has a lot more insecurity about where his life is headed, but still enjoys the freedoms of being largely whim-blown.
Post-Shadowbringers WoL!Ruckus has moved on from waxing so nostalgic about his pre-calamital past... he's seen from Emet-Selch how putting loss of the past on a pedestal can come at the expense of hope for the future.
2. were the variants to meet, what would they admire each other for, and what would they dislike in each other?
I think lots of these were covered by question 1, but they’d envy each other respectively for feeling as though the other had their life more together- WoL Ruckus would envy RP variant his lackadaisical freelancing, but also impressed by his committment to the local legacy & Drybone's infrastructure...that's something that never truly crossed WoL Ruckus's mind.
Rp Ruck would be in awe of how many Tribes Canon!Ruck has forged progressive alliances with, and afraid Pakeke would be more impressed with his other-self. WoL!Ruckus is very consciously aware how many beast tribal peoples he’s slaughtered to broker that peace
3. what's auntie think of wol ruckus? how does their relationship change?
Auntie has absolutely piggybacked/cashed in on WoL!nephew’s fame by now! Youngest cousin is definitely guilty of selling his smallclothes. Eldest cousin is currently one of Tataru’s seamstresses.c
Their relationship has definitely been strained by Ul’dahn public opinion following The Banquet, but his cousins were absolutely the informants giving him pulse on the undercurrents of when to return to Ul’dah and which households were doubtful of rumors surrounding the coup.
Ruckus has a lot more pull with his auntie as the WoL, and tends to dislike the showstopping fuss that goes on at her Salon when he steps through the door (and suspects she strongly detests being the less Important person in the room, when he does).
But he’s both frustrated and amused by his living relatives, on the whole- Auntie just sees him as less of a wandering bum when there’s some titles and public recognition to back his adventuring.
Jun- Does wol ruckus multiclass? What are his canon jobs?
(I’m Omni 90; but I try to keep WoL Ruck in like with my gameplay style)
Ruckus does multiclass- the only jobs that aren’t truly canonical for him are DRK, RPR & DRG - although he was a lancer up to level 30!
He learned how to Tank mainly for lone fieldwork survivability (FATEs) and has never led the party through any canonical dungeon event- usually he’s a DPS, and Healer when he’s mentoring new adventurers (Sprout-care!)
In ARR he was a MNK/BLM, Post-Castrum he picked up Rogue and Red Mage which made the throughline into HW Era, where Machinist, which became his primary job. He thematically learned Sam & Ninja during Stormblood & pretty much dabbled around in all the others somewhere between. Endwalker patches & going forward into Dawntrail, he'll be a Bard main, though he regularly flexes between all ranged phys jobs.
- Who are some non-Scion NPCs he gets along with well? Who can’t he stand?
He quite likes the Company of Heroes trio of Brayflox, Shamani & Riol- feels a close kinship with them. Fond of the ‘buki bros, considers the Skysteel machinists & the Redbills crew mates, loves the rogues & thinks Oboro’s a stickinthemud.
The VanuVanu, Arkasodara & Vath are especially dear to him, so are the 789th Order Kobold lazeabouts & the Dwarves- the Brotherhood of Ash was a late late game extended hand of wary friendship. (He’s a Tribal completionist.) Wildly envious of Pipin Tarupin's classic prettyboy defender position, but really can’t hate him for it.
Ruckus has great difficulty with Fordola’s grudging help and desperately wants her to become overnight-friendlier. He considers Yuyuhase the worst piece of fucking trash nemesis. Probably still fights the urge to smirk when thinking about Teledji’s death. He thinly tolerates Hancock but considers him a huge sellout to the worst kinds of people.
- Are there any raid/trial questlines that are canon?
All raids and trials are canon for him, and the Weapons Trials in particular had him lay down Machinist’s kit for awhile and get better at Barding- he got a lot of a shit for...sloppily piloting of the G-Warrior, a very nail-biting go at Sapphire weapon. Cid has never been more disappointed in him.
Alexander is canon for both RP and WoL -lavored Ruckus, though the Bigwest Gobbieflock and Ironworks connections forged there were more significant for non-WoL Ruck overall!
- Are there details about Ruckus!Azem
Ruckus!Azem is a big ??? Mystery to me, though… he was proooooobably Bacchus until canon josses otherwise-inevitably
Prompt -Which death grieved him the most? Which death left the longest lasting impression on him? Which death, if any, left him with conflicted feelings?
The answer to all of these is the outcome of Level 20 MSQ.
Papalymo’s hold-the-line conscious sacrifice is also something met with gut levels of respect, and he quite regrets Ysayle’s lost opportunity to see a neo-Ishgardian dream realized.
He dwells a lot more on Haurchefant’s dying directive than the loss of Haurchefant, himself- I’ve got other WoLs who miss him a LOT more deeply/dearly.
Jim - Is WoL Ruckus all in about this adventurer/Warrior of life/hero of eorzea thing, or is he uncomfortable being put in this position? Basically, is this something he wants?
He's grown into taking it in stride as his role has expanded to intercontinental/national diplomacy, and sees himself as more of a hopeful rallying point to inspire other (more skilled) people to action than a warrior-hero himself. He sees the blessing of light as his calling to get out into the world and 're-attune' peoplegroups to one another, foster connections, and try his best to face problems head on when no one else can bring themselves to step up first.
He's definitely all-in for adventure, and the prospect of exploration somewhere new generally excites him. Sometimes the weight of responsibility feels a little misplaced, but he sees himself as having just enough edge over things capable of tempering to lend morale-bolstering support. Shadowbringers-era really glued a steady team around him in a new, comfortable way, and Ruckus tends to prefer operating as a 'We' as opposed to a 'Me', when it comes to Scion activity.
He also really likes to sneak away and try out something totally new in places where no one recognizes him, but that happens less and less these days.
Rinalle/Elyanni- Is there anything about this job that makes him happy in between all the *gestures* stuff?
Everything. The breadth of the journey, I think, is worth the struggle- If given the chance to trade places with his other self and let someone else take up his role…. I think he’d be heavily reluctant to give it up.
(This is an adult Lalafell Character. Please be chill about it.)
Ruddle is decidedly cisgendered- he was raised in fairly traditional rural Thanalanian boyhood. He and his male cousin were put to the responsibilities of goatherding work and taught tuco trapping from a fairly young age while his female cousins ran a caravan laundry. He was allowed to play roughly with his peers, wander a long holler from home, and get into all manner of trouble. There was never really a time he questioned why he was a lalafella and not a lalalady.
He was raised to view his father- a modestly successful food stall vendor, with an extremely loyal following among the Allagan Sunway travellers, as his primary role model. His dad was the unfavored son between him and his sister (Ruddle’s matriarchical auntie), because he was born before bonding, and his legitimacy was called to question because Ruddle’s grandmother had a number of suitors at the time of his conception. This shadow of doubt cast a lot of familial tension, particularly when it came to inheritance and public eye- Turudawa was a beloved local but a ‘black sheep’ of the family, and Tutula was sultana of their father’s eye, but fairly beloathed among neighbors as a vicious gossip.
Because of this, any signs of young Ruddle’s budding romantic interests were a constant source of family scrutiny, teasing and shaming- they didn’t want him ‘getting to involved’ too deeply with a gal until he was grown and capable of settling down. With this well drilled into his understanding, coupled with enough aldgoat husbandry to know how sex works, he wasn't so invested in exercising the passions of his loins as some of his peers.
He did, however, develop a passionate boyhood crush on a bright girl, the daughter of Limsan customs officials, who would spend a few nights at the Golden Bazaar on overland holiday tour of the continent every spring. Astraea would be the girl he carried a loyal torch for, right up through his adventuring years. Their young romance was chaste and tease-y, marked by his learning letters to impress her, and Astraea often seeking him out for his willingness to escort her to dangerous places, for ‘curiousity’s sake’. Blossoming into a talented arcanist, her passion burned a bit brighter for pursuing scholarship at the Sharlayan Studium, eventually leaving his pining unrequited.
Losing his parents to the Calamity, his adolescence wound up a very ‘it takes a village’ sort of influence, and in a very mixed-race peer group, Ruddle lagged behind where it came to sexual experimentation- there were size jokes and babyface teasing about his Lalafellin body, and the local adults minding him tended to be a bit over-cautiously self-censored when it came to teaching him about sexuality. Some folks have a harder time about determining a lalafell’s maturity, when he comes to birds & bees- he internalized that, a lot, and behaved accordingly.
So in short- Ruckus grew up kinda...intensely repressed about it? His pals tried to buy him some one-night company during a drunken celebration when he came of age, and... in a humiliated panic about it happening so publically, he sort of shut down.
Ruckus can sing a bawdy tavern limerick like the best of ‘em, when well-juiced, but anything more explicit than cheeky innuendo tends to fluster him intensely. There are very likely sexual and romantic opportunities that have passed him by, between his devotion to an ideal of someday settling down with Astraea and his discomfort with fumbling through his own attraction.
Though there have been attractions along the way- quietly and despairingly well-behaved, for all that he’s known for being confident and outgoing, he’s surprisingly private and bashful about canoodlin’, and reserved in general about who makes him feel a’fluster under the belt- he’s an upstanding guy, after all! There have been a fair range of people he’s admired, if not felt entirely compelled to act on it. For associating sexual engagement with ready willingness to settle down, he’s been... putting it off.
Last year was his first same-sex relationship... he considers it something of a lucky fluke, a chance of whim and a whirlwind infatuation on his part... with a guy ten years his senior and with some history in sex work. That led to some ‘trying things out’ and feeling a little in over his head at times. Although he’s since broken things off peaceably with that person, he considers himself... wiser for it, about what he’s looking for and what he isn’t.
Ultimately, he’s realized he can probably consider himself bisexual if anybody asked, though... he hasn’t quite explored his queerness widely enough otherwise to try and explain it to anyone, still doesn’t feel ‘qualified’ to pursue other races outside of other Lalafell seriously, and...feels a lot more sure of how to handle himself in heteronormative courtship.
That said, he’d like to love more openly, and explore more freely, even though it embarasses him- and more recently has come to the wild-eyed revelation that polyamory is a thing that exist within serious relationships, and it feels insanely liberating to consider that a possibility.
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Ruckus began adventuring because post-calamity East Thanalan was hit with hard economic times, with caravaan traffic not quite what it used to be even after Highbridge construction completed. He was barely scraping by selling Tuco Tuco Tacos to the funerary mourners, Immortal Flames stationed at Camp Drybone, and scholarly archeologists digging ‘round the Invisible City.
So after a wealthy passer-through sampled his wares and promised to help him franchise his food stall in Ul’dah, he gave it a few weeks uncertain consideration, then finally decided to pack his rucksack and give big city life a go. He’d lived all his life up to that point on the dusty Drybone flats- the heart of the city-state glittering on the horizon. Ruddle had heard all the cautionary tales of the Coffer and the Coffin- that the city had a tendancy to eat big dreamers up, cut their pursestrings, and spit them out in its back alleys.
Upon arrival at the gates, Ruddle found that his would-be backer had already gone ahead and set up several taco stalls in Stonesthrow... and ghosted any efforts to get in contact with him. Laughed out of a monetarist’s offices as a nobody, he soon found himself boarding with his auntie and cousins, who had moved to Ul’dah shortly after the Calamity and had a small yet successful laundry business.
He tried his hand at a few of the city’s trade guilds in effort to seek honest employment, after realizing he needed so many permits and other paperworks to hawk foodstuffs on the cobbles. The monotony of making yarn, boiling potions and hammering delicate chain out of bronze ingots didn’t suit him well, and for all his charms, efforts at finding steady employment proved challenging.
Joining the Pugilists as a novice, unseasoned for bodyguarding work, he soon found himself matched up in small time fights at the Platinum Mirage, a gambling hall for wealthy elites. Although city life was lively, staying with his relations was stifling, and he found himself yearning to be back outside the walls, far and away. He finally discovered that the owner of the Mirage Trust was none other than the same would-be investor who had stolen his food stall idea, and broke through a rigged fighting bracket in frustration.
His auntie got fed up with him returning home late from work looking worse for wear, and told him he had outstayed his welcome when he informed her what had happened with his fistfighting future. Hard on his luck, Ruddle landed at the Quicksand bar, recounting his troubles to Mistress Momodi. She suggested that he take up adventuring work, and both taking pity and seeing potential, offered him two weeks waived lodging at the Hourglass to help him find his footing.
He changed his name from Ruddle Fuddle to Ruckus Fiddlesticks in her ledger, upon Momodi’s recommendations that a flashy and more memorable moniker would help him stand out among the adventuring set. No longer feeling so bound to his lot as a Plainsfolk Yokel, he took to the questing life with eager enthusiasm.
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