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A letter is dropped outside the Garrison addressed to Scarbork by an invisible entity

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Dearest Scarbork,

I sit in the Krak some nights drinking a glass of red wine at the bar watching the world go by, watching the people organise their little trips, watching what I imagine to be criminals plotting their crimes and heroes planning to thwart them like unsung heroes in the night.

Will they succeed? Will they root out the evil in this new place we call 'Home' we might never know - but we do know one thing you're a guard and your job is clearly stated, uphold the law, stop crime et cetera, et cetera. 

I write to you because I see you running around town, screaming, hollering, axe white knuckle gripped, awaiting your next meal so to speak which in my mind I imagine to be a savage beating, perhaps that will get you the recognition you want, the recognition you deserve?

Are you a violent man Scarbork? Did you have a rough childhood? Did your Father used to beat you mercilessly or were you perhaps bullied during your childhood?

Did you ever catch the one named "Dribbler" or whatever name this lunatic named himself? I did enjoy hearing you over the airways screaming "Dribbler was supposed to die!" I confess a smile crept over my lips.

I believe you to have bloodlust and a violent nature do you do it because you enjoy making men and women submit before you? That sort of power is something that I am sure most men or women would want.

I wonder what you would do if I offered you 1000 Dinari to bring me a vial of Palamon's blood - would you accept, forgoing the oaths you have likely taken to protect the citizens of the Well? Perhaps then I can stop fantasizing about this glass of wine being something it isnt.

I grow more hungry by the day, living in civilization is not like it was when we were all scrimping and scraping trying to survive in the desert - atleast then I would sometimes find a lonely - desperate straggler that I could pretend to help before feasting on their rotting flesh.

I hope to hear from you, please leave a letter down in the Creep for me.

With love,
The Butcher.

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A letter is left on the bar for Palamon at the Krak, neatly folded with some smudges of dirt and blood on the page

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Dearest Palamon,

Dry skin, cracked lips and dying of thirst we have all started a new life after finding our way through the sandstorm and into this new city Ephia's Well we now live.

But echos of our old life remain, what was your life like prior to coming here?

Were you the pillar of strength and integrity you are today? I have seen you fight back many demons with gleeming sword blessed by the Mother in hand and trumpet in the other.

Silver armour and white cloak twinkling in the moonlight but the question remains; were you always like this or did you find religion in the desert, did your Mother or Father teach you the ways of nobility and chivalry if so a true blessing?

I myself come from nothing I was raised in a orphanage prior to the Ringfall it was truely a miserable experience not a soul to care for me, no mother - no father, nothing.

After leaving the orphanage at the age of 16 I lived a fairly boring life doing odd jobs here and there for the next few years I didnt really exist or do anything of note, I have the feeling your experiance was quite different.

Jumping forward a few years to the event that defined a lot of our existance - The Ringfall.

Having no one it was not uncommon for me to be alone, I wandered the wastes barely surviving until one day, I came across a group of degenerates and lunatics, or so I thought.

Being desperate myself, hungry and thirsty I decided I would throw my hat in with these men, so to speak. They spoke of the divinity of flesh, the boons gained from consuming a mans heart for courage - a mans brain for intelligence and drinking a mans blood for his vigour.

I was skeptical at first but having nothing and no one and likely on the brink of death from dehydration and starvation I decided to indulge and oh what a treat it was I initially did not like it the taste of rust and a old coin in your mouth is a strange one but in time it is not so bad and you even begin to enjoy it.

After the first taste of meat and the first sip of crimson my powers swelled - the more I ate the more intelligent, charismatic, strong and hearty I became. Alas - I ramble.

I write you this letter in admiration of you and to confess my undying hunger to one day feast on you. Will it ever happen? It seems unlikely as I am positive you could crush me under heel like a gnat. Alas a man can dream.

Keep doing what you're doing - a beacon of hope in this bleak desert for the slack jawed locals to admire and hold onto hope. While you do that I lurk amongst you, watching and waiting for my next meal. Will it be you? Or will it be some vagabond I find alone and desperate.

I have enclosed a small hunk of meat for you to sample. Will you try it?

With love,
The Butcher.

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A small, thin parcel is wrapped inside the letter

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A small piece of dried meat is enclosed, one could eat the meat it if they wished

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A small leather bound journal is tucked away in the gutters somewhere it has bloodstained fingerprints over the cover which depicts various men and women eating what appears to be humanoid meat

The Butcher Presents

A Gourmand's Guide

"A Gourmands Guide" is a mouth-watering collection of home style recipes that will satisfy any carnivore's cravings. From juicy steaks to succulent roasts, this cookbook feature delicious meat-based recipes that are easy to prepare and sure to please.

The cookbook is organized into chapters based on the type of meat featured in each recipe.

Each recipe in the cookbook is accompanied by a woodcut picture, as well as detailed instructions and cooking tips. The cookbook also includes information on different cuts of meat, as well as tips for cooking 'meat' to perfection. Whether you're an experienced cook or just starting out, "The Gourmand's Guide" is sure to become a staple in your campfire reading.

And thus ends the ride of Honest Pete he was probably the most fun I have had on any PC ever.

My initial plan was to play a spy, scammer, con artist, weakling with 0 PvP ability and I was successful in that. Every single feat or perk I took was related to stealth making him, truely useless in any PvP scenario.

His journal post would give the backstory to Peter Cravensworth
https://www.efupw.com/forums/index.php?topic=705204.0



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I'll start with the many faces of Peter Cravensworth.



Honest Pete used to enjoy wandering around in various different forms.



Pete would often walk around as a little girl, begging or spreading stupid rumours like "I saw a Moonspear kissing a changeling in the Weald" as he hated Moonspear for beating and robbing him of 5000 groats very early on in the character.



Pete enjoyed swimming and would often spend time as a giant frog or a slippery Sahuagin.



King of the World Pete.

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My favourite thing to do on Pete was just follow people around , watching and listening.
















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Pete knew how to draw a crowd, for better or worse - like the time he was beaten in the middle of the Peerage.



Or the times he held lotteries and for everyone wandering the first lottery I stole 100% of it the second one I gave away about 80% of it.... I had planned to hold a third for 500 a ticket and then make off with it all, but alas it was not meant to be.



Pete and his two girls he asked to "jazz up the lottery" fit with custom made outfits.



The only winner of the Cravensworth Lottery was this dwarf, who didnt even buy a ticket he won a ticket by gambling with Pete.

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The beginning of the end was taking a contract to get some blood from Aldo, Pete being built PURELY for stealth with no PvP in mind I had to get creative, when I saw Aldo knocked out during a DM run event I literally picked him up infront of about 20 people and just walked off with him...



How it began...





How it ended...



*Crack*



Slippery Pete - is now reduced to ash, perhaps one day someone will heal themselves with his remains.

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One of my favourite conversations about who is truely the "bad guy"



Trying to convince the shining beacon of the Peerage that a Moonspear tried to kidnap a little girl.



Pete was also a champion gladiator.

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And last but not least... THE LOOT.

Thank you all for a great month or so, I had a blast, I could slip away from 99% of the server but not the noose. He lied right up until his neck was broken and died like a coward.

~FIN~

United Peerage Vanguard

   " The United Peerage Vanguard wants YOU! Let us together united return the Peerage to the great power it once was! A return to tradition, a return to civility a return to the ways of old. Human supremacy will again rule supreme. We must eliminate these monsters that reside in Little Ticker, we don't know them, we don't want to know them! "

Alignment: Evil
Class: No druids/paladins anything else works.
Race: Human only.


•   Ultimate Goal – Remove ALL non-humans from the Peerage Ward and turn a vigilante group the "United Peerage Vanguard" (U.P.V) Into a legitimate force of the Ward who deal with all problems concerning non-humans.

•   Secondary Goal – Remove ALL non-humans from Ring 99 and 98.

I have several other day to day activities I have wrote down ready to go but I don't want to post them here. It generally involves making life for non humans horrible.

Join the UNITED PEERAGE VANGUARD today!

My first serious PC after I rolled my "new to the server PC"

I quite enjoyed playing a fulltime asshole, power hungry sorceror! I made him while I was deployed in the middle of nowhere for work and just rolled with it. I had a good time exploring some of the deeper rings!

Despite being a generally horrible person he seems to have been my most popular PC.

Im sure that most people thought he was a pyromancer but he was not!

A shame I could find many other infernalists or demon worshippers as Styr would have sold his soul for more power!