Once Upon a Time
Summoned by the horrified cries of pets and owners surrounding the base of the staggering cliffs on Krawk Island's shores, you hurry across the sand to see what the commotion is about. Seeing everyone's faces tilted upwards, you follow the line of their collective gazes and spot the distant form of a brawny Lutari waving to his audience. The bright white of his smile flashes in the sunlight against the colorful patches that make up his skin.
Hullo everyone! The two words are laced with barely restrained delight.I am proud to have you gathered here today to witness the test flight of the honorable Brog!" Murmurs lace the crowd - who the heck is "Brog"? This guy? No one seems to have heard of him. A comment or two doubt his sanity, the rest seem almost bored now that it looks like he's not in any imminent danger. (Or if he is, he's doing it to himself.)
A thrumming noise comes from the vicinity of the Lutari, and two steam powered wings pop into full view on either side of him. They begin flapping slowly, pushing powerful gusts of air down at the crowd as sand swirls at his feet. The Lutari, grinning all of the while, takes two bounds forward and leaps from the edge of the cliff.
Pets dive out of the way as he immediately plummets to the ground. He half buries into the dunes below, the wings still furiously waving and keeping everyone at a distance. A long moment goes by, as a scrabbling paw rises from his still form and touches a button or sprog and disables the wings. And then -
The Lutari pops up, his smile still firmly in place. Despite the long drop he is utterly unharmed.How's that for a test drive? he barks cheerfully in your face. You seem to have garnered his full, overwhelming attention.Nothing like being your own test dummy, eh! Now, what'd you like to know about the wonderful Brog?
The Wonderful World of Brog
Brog hasn't a clue where he came from, and neither do any of his acquaintances or friends. For all accounts and purposes he just sort of appeared one day, full of madcap ideas and fluffy stuffing. He never recalls being a pup, where he grew up or why he is so driven to put himself into so much apparent danger. Luckily being entirely plush has saved him more than once, but Baisten often sagely advises him that even plushies wear out eventually.
His Lutra, Pearl. Brog's earliest memory is waking on a beach, the sound of crashing waves and the feeling of the hot sun beaming down on him. Pearl was perched nearby, chirping urgently to rouse him - the rising tide posed a serious threat to his absorbent body.
CreditsLayout by Sugary Premades