#bramm

Lord Bramm Steevenzon, CEO of Steevenzon Real Estate.

Bramm is a character I play in a pathfinder campaign! Hes a demigod bard. His dad is the creator god in the universe we’re playing in, and he’s kind of a douche, and Bramm really hates him lol.  Bramm is kinda homebrew since hes a demigod half orc/half elf.  He carries his bagpipes in a guitar case, which he also uses as a blunt weapon. He specializes in healing and buffs. 

He recently adopted a three headed wolf, and she only has one brain cell between all three heads, who all have different names and personalities. 

drew the dnd party again!!!!!!!

It was Madam Shelley who knocked on his door at around five in the morning. The butler hadn’t gotten a wink of rest, and there stood the aged stubby Vykker, tapping her lengthy nails on the door in a disorderly rhythm. “Ahem.” Her voice was shrill and unpleasant, like an out-of-tune violin. “Come on then! Out of bed, do not keep Lord Bramm waiting!” The Madam pressed impatiently, the exhausted Edgar rubbing his eyes as he clambered out of his makeshift bed.

“I am, terribly sorry, Madam.” The Mudokon apologised with a small bow of his head. Madam Shelley tutted in response, barely acknowledging the apology and folded her arms as she walked away. This had all happened countless times before, so Edgar didn’t need to be told to follow her. He had no time to dress himself; any delay on his part would cause him to be put through more pain, so he was more chilly than usual as he walked through the long corridors. Of course Madam Shelley didn’t walk down the stairs when they arrived to them; she used her stairlift, slowly descending while sneering at the Mudokon butler.

Some minutes later, Edgar entered the extraction chamber after Madam Shelley; the ones of importance had to be present in the room first to listen to Lord Bramm’s speech. A peculiar rule, but a rule nonetheless, and rules had to be strictly followed.

Edgar walked further into the room. The extraction chamber was an undecorated, long grey hall with a high ceiling- almost every ceiling in the manor was incredibly far up since they had to accommodate for the CEO’s towering frame. At the end of the hall was where his masters were; Sir Albert stood aside, Madam Shelley was by the lever, and next to Sir Howard was Lord Bramm. And there he stood, forebodingly, situated before the extractor, welcoming Edgar with a hardened glare.

Good day. I've heard news of a party being hosted at your estate, and I'm interested at the prospect of meeting you. I would feel humbled discussing your business together, and would be more than honored to have an article about it in The Daily Deception.

I hope to meet with you and your family, if you'll have me.

Cordially,

G.G. Garlickson, Owner of The Daily Deception

P.S. I do hope I'm not overstepping my bounds but, if invited, I request to bring my head writer so he may take notes for me. Thank you.

Dear G.G. Garlickson,

Very well. I shall send out an invitation for you, and it would be my pleasure to converse about business. After all, that is the main reason as to why I am arranging this dinner party. I courteously anticipate our meeting.

Respectfully,

Lord Bramm Steevenzon, CEO of Steevenzon Real Estate inc.

P.S. Your head writer is welcome; we acknowledge and respect that notes may wanted to be taken. However, please ensure that he does not venture anywhere unoccupied.

Dear Kirah,

Thank you for contacting Us. Your request has been accepted, however we may need to speak with your boss. You are in Nolybab, if I am not mistaken. Would you be able to travel to the North? If not, and with your boss’s permission, we can make travel arrangements.

Respectfully,

Which ever you choose you shall be hearing from my lawyer.

Disrespectfully,