Bartimue Frazincul

I can NEVER catch a goddamned break! First, I establish myself as a respectable businessman in Shantou, but then some dumb debtor orc comes smashing in with his lackeys and destroys EVERYTHING I OWN! Do I stay down? No gods damn it! Bartimue doesn't let failure bring him down! I go strait to Dai Gunzan, get everything back together, become respected, but then Hell LITERALLY BREAKS LOOSE.

So I high tail it to off to Hierman Ja because. . . well I may as well shack up with the folks who can put a bloodthirsty demon down, but do they help us piss poor refugees out? NO! They "Don't trust those who've been so close to demonic corruption"! HORSESHIT! Everyone knows that they just don't want to get their fat republican ASSES off their prime real estate. Well I end all the damned way out in Misrata! I claw my way up, inch by magic torn, sandy, bloodstained inch to some semblance of a decent place in this forsaken termite mound and I swear: I anyone and I mean ANYONE who thinks, for one INSTANT, that they can take this from from ME, I will make them regret that their species ever crawled out of the primordial mud!