Dungeon Characters 1

Carl the Crusader had come to the realization that the crusade grindset was not what he expected. His plans of glory were immediately sabotaged when his purse, containing his letter of acceptance into a prestigious order, was stolen within seven seconds of stepping off the ship. In truth, the thief's job was probably made easier by Karl not being able to see particularly well through his helmet. The rather shapely elven barmaid had been remarkably resistant to his charms; asking for directions earned him a beer thrown in his face, which would surely rust his expensive gear. And now, try as he might, the sour-faced, porcine-looking nose-breather simply stared when he tried to inquire as to a strange sight. Who could blame the guy: Carl was a complete stranger babbling on about a fiery, angry-looking disembodied skull that apparently only he could see; must've been something in the water around these parts.