::whine::
| Race: | Elf |
| Occupation: | Sage of Law |
| Height: | 5'10" |
'Lord' Tiberius could have been a good man, once. But his total disregard
for the people that serve him and to his fellow adventurers is galling. He
has caused the death of two people I care for very much and most likely been
the cause of countless others I do not. my brother, Booger, died while
Tiberius looked on, not wanting to put down his morning omelet to help.
Gregor had been paralyzed and pulled into the circle Tiberius used to
protect himself while he ate, but could do nothing as he was left in this
state while the 'noble' finished his meal.
Bunny was also left to die by this man. He had gone berserk in battle and
being out-of-control, Tiberius asked someone to knock him unconscious. I
would have agreed with this, but whoever did this, put all his weight behind
the blow and dropped Bunny like a stack of pancakes. He was then pulled into
another circle Tiberius stood in (he likes those circles), and left to bleed
to death. Several times other adventurers came to check on Bunny and help if
they could, and each time they were turned away by Tiberius who told them
Bunny was fine. Needless to say, Bunny was soon visiting the circle to
resurrect.
As you can see, I don't like him very much. But then that could be because he's swine, and a vulgar little maggot. A worthless bag of filth. A canker sore that won't go away. He's a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. A spineless little worm deserving of nothing but the profoundest contempt. His life is a monument to stupidity.
He is a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying his alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired him and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of having family that belongs to the same species as him. He is a monster, a troll, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of him. He has all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid him.
And did I mention his smell? He is a snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick him up, drive its beak into his brain, and upon finding it rancid, set him loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of his ignoble blood. May he choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of his own trite, foolish beliefs. He is foul and disgusting. A fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on him. Even sheep won't have sex with him. He is unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
He wanted to bring harm to my husband and many of the townspeople who were there to protect him by trying to bring up all manner of ridiculous charges against them. His ego was hurt when Kiril was made to look the hero instead of him and in his anger, he sought to use his so-called skills in Law to hurt everyone else. What meaning did he expect his delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have? What fantasy did he hold that he would believe that his tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? He is a waste of flesh. He has no rhythm. He is ridiculous and obnoxious. He has the moral equivalent of a leech, and is a living emptiness, a meaningless void.
He once tried to execute his squire for traveling without him. The fact that he told her it would be done in secret and then ordered her to keep it secret so that he would not have to take a death also, due to the fact that he is responsible for her behavior and subject to the same punishment, is appalling to me.
He is sour and senile. A diseased, puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day he's a half-wit. He reminds me of drool. He is deficient in all that lends character, and has the personality of wallpaper. He is dank and filthy, asinine and benighted. He is the source of all unpleasantness, and spreads misery and sorrow wherever he goes. I feel debased for just knowing he exists.
How do deal with him
There really isn't much to say. He's incredibly predictable and easy to provoke. Expect him to stand in a circle with all his friends and talk...a lot. He can cast, though I've rarely seen this in action unless he was more then sure he could take whatever he was fighting. Like a goblin. His lack of a title has now been confirmed. Apparently he was tired of hearing from his own people about how much of a nuisance he was, and so gave up it up before he was lynched. Ok, so that might be the one smart thing he's done.