*smirk*
They'd never let me anywhere
near Kartakass--I couldn't carry a tune if it had a handle. In fact, my singing voice might be considered a pseudo-magical ability--one that would cause canines within 100' to howl along with me, while repelling all bards, wolfwere or otherwise, who would have to make a Fort save or move away from me at their maximum movement rate for at least 3 rounds.
On the other hand, if
spoken word performances are in vogue, or if I'd be able to make a living as a writer of novels and plays, it might not be so bad... I've been told I do a pretty good Darth Vader impression just with my day-to-day speaking voice.
If I were to walk out my front door tomorrow and find myself in the demiplane, I'd probably be found somewhere in Lamordia. I prefer cold weather to hot weather (though I live in the wrong part of the world for that), and Adam and Mordenheim are too busy with their own personal quests of making each other miserable to bother me. That, and Mordenheim is probably the closest to making many of the modern conveniences on which I depend so much.
If I'd been born in the demiplane, maybe I'd be a Forfarian. My family is supposed to have some Irish and Scottish roots, mixed with some English and German--and there are a LOT of redheads in my family tree.
Of course, Forlorn being what it is, I'd probably have left a long time ago.
“I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.”
― Harry Dresden
Your name is Rafee or something?
