Alma Amgid

Intro Ah... Blah blah blah. Proper name, place name, backstory stuff... Dreamy whatnot and maybe some epic love story... Pfft... As if... Nope, sorry to burst the dreamy fairy tale bubble, but guess what... People suck. In this world, fairytales and dnd roleplays converge into a disastrous mess of fairy godmothers and weapon hobbo barbarians. Where there are Sphinx riddles and badly timed goblin puns. There's magic and wonder, and also pompous elves and dehydrated talking goats. Dragons that can either mystify or throughly bemuse. The dice are always rolling, and no one knows what will happen next. Meet Alma. Our oblivious, insensitive wonder boy. With an overdeveloped ego and an entire village to 'terrorize,' Alma was what some (Mainly twitterpaited girls) would call "A bad boy" and others (Mostly the Adults) "A dult." His father was the village's blacksmith, his mother, the local midwife. They were a sweet caring couple, offering what the could for the village. The village loved them. (What they did to deserve Alma, nobody knows.) By Alma's 18th birthday, his parents had had enough. Finally sending him away to the capital to train under the Sword Master, Monte DeTemple. Maybe then, he will learn discipline... (Let the chaos commence. Be Monte DeTemple, a random servant, or caffeinated squirrel with ADHD. Knock yourselves out.)