Adding background and description:Prince Borpal of the Bubbling Bog, Lord of the Honeytoe Tribehttp://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=681279
Borpal was once the Prince of his tribe, an admittedly small and generally overlooked group of Grippli living in a corner of the Bubbling Bog. He stood almost two inches taller than his brethren -- well, all except for Weird-Eye Topal, but no one ever really considered him a contender for the Honeycomb Throne. The life of the Honeytoe Tribe was peaceful, save for occasional skirmishes with rival Grippli tribes which seldom resulted in a single casualty. The people were poor, honorable, wise and generally insulated from the chaos of the rest of the world. If they were known for anything it was for the quality of their honey, which sometimes fetched a high price in cities far, far away from the little swamp.
It was a peaceful existence until one afternoon Topal vanished only hours before a rampaging Runestorm devastated their swamp. As if the rampaging spells weren't enough, chaotic beasts emerged from the roiling mists and either slew or carried off all of the tribe members save for Borpal himself, who managed to slay the demon who was attempting to abduct him.
After burying the dead, Borpal swore that justice would be served, cold, to those supernatural forces who had wiped out his tribe. He was granted the divine might of the Swamp Gods, and has since pursued his quest with single-minded devotion, despite being not entirely sure who was responsible for the attack. Though pretty much any wizard or demon makes a good target.
Borpal can be pleasant, though his alien ways sometimes come off as offputting to mammalian folk. He is wise far beyond his years and size, with two giant gelatinous discerning eyes that seem to be able to peer into the souls of others and a ten-foot silver tongue. With demons he spares no quarter and can be a terror to behold.
Borpal wears a green quilted jacket, a holy symbol around his neck, and no pants or shoes. He typical travels sitting cross-legged on his tiny flying carpet, hovering at a height to put him into easy eye contact with his human companions. The inquisitor wields a scaled-down repeating crossbow heavy with enchantment. Borpal's skin is mottled green and gray with a dull sheen. His eyes are bright green, and his underbelly and throat sac tend toward yellowish-green. His voice is a surprising baritone.