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Zharukk. Zharukk is another example of Detroit Lions Motor City Football Helmet Shirt  eugenics experiments: He’s a Tanarukk, but not of Baphomet like your standard Volo’s Takarukk*. He’s a Grazz’t Tanarukk, which results in him looking almost half-human. He tells everyone he’s a Half-Orc and lets people assume the other half is human. Unfortunately, his sorcery powers awoke much later in his life, and therefore he was considered a disappointment to the tribe and was often denied opportunities to really tap into and train his demonic heritage. He’s trained as a (Sea) Storm Herald Barbarian and now has a few levels in Storm Sorcerer. Despite being very Chaotic Evil and decidedly immoral himself—he knows the right thing, just doesn’t do it, he likes when people order him around to do good things. (My DM cackled when I gave him Zharukk “Oh my god, mage, you made a moral sub!” The first assignment he and my Warlock went on, she forced him to stay back and help her with underwater rescues. He’ll never admit it, but he’s a bit happier for it.

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Once upon a Detroit Lions Motor City Football Helmet Shirt , there was a mom who’d never heard of this elf business, but had moved to CA from ND and had two, nearly three, kids, one of whom was a very precocious three year old. This mom had a mom, we’ll call her grandma, who had an Elf. Grandma gave the mom a rudimentary breakdown of the “Elf” game, and then gave a much more elaborate breakdown of it to the precocious three year old and his one year old brother. And so, the Elf game was begun. The rules in this household (as understood by the mom) were basically that the Elf would arrive on December 1. He’d hide somewhere in the house, watch the children all day, and report back to Santa each night, arriving again before the children awoke, hiding in a new spot, and waiting another day. On December 24, the elf would go home with Santa in his sleigh, his duty done til next year. The Elf wouldn’t be touched, or he’d turn into a doll again and no “extra special Elf gift” would be waiting with Santa’s gift that year. The children (the three year old) named their elf “Holly Jolly.” The game began and was easy, as the family lived with Grandma and Grandpa, who had a very large, very nice house with *very* high ceilings (and therefore lots of high hiding places for the elf, far from reach).

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