Roscoe Tosscopple

Here’s how some bards might recall the story of Roscoe “the Firebrand”: Once a bright-eyed refugee from the Vale of Blood (pretty if you don't mind the blood), Roscoe took to the high seas with his equally traumatized buddies, hoping for a life of adventure. Instead, he got misadventures: a soul trapped in a box (don't ask), no money, and a near-death experience with a cultist who thought "human sacrifice" was a love language.   Fleeing the scene, Roscoe got properly lost. One chilly night, while trying to nap against a suspiciously dead-looking tree, he fell through it and got Shadowfell’d. His soul was now spiritually timesharing with existential despair.   Eventually, he crawled his way to Quenton, where he became a founding member of Brennur’s Best! As part of the team, Roscoe “The Brave” took on mission critical tasks including spider hunting, bean planting, druid-stanning, and recreational necrosis. At some point Ona diagnosed him with "not really alive" as his heart rate dropped to less than 1 bpm. Realizing the source of his power put him in a literal life or death situation, Roscoe asked his party to help him ghost his connection to the Shadowfell. They kindly escorted his dying husk to a cursed tree in the Dreadwood, where Roscoe severed his soul chain - then promptly collapsing and requiring a heroic football carry back out.   Back in Beric, Roscoe met the dazzling Meera, the 18th love of his life. Err, I mean he met Lady Calloway—sorceress, firestarter, and part-time arson therapist—who introduced him to elemental fire and very bad ideas. Thus was born Roscoe the Firebrand, freshly ignited pyromancer and walking liability.   He continued to adventurously barbecue everything that moved (and some things that didn’t), filled with that special kind of awe that comes from wondering, “Yeah but what would they look like... crispy?” His party strongly encouraged restraint, and after setting only minor parts of the world on fire, Roscoe came to a tentative truce with impulse control, at least when on wooden boats.   But over time, Roscoe "the Sear" realized fire wasn’t always the answer. When facing down devils tied to Korvin’s family, he learned some creatures like it hot. It was a sobering moment.   Later, in Tarona, Roscoe met the 19th love of his life, Aryx. Oooh, that one really didn’t go well yikes. In Tarona, Roscoe “the Sizzler” learned the Vale of Blood was once again bubbling with civil unrest. Inspired by his own chaotic upbringing and the political dumpster fire known as the Fight for Ascension in Seradon, he devised a new plan: establish an independent Vale State. Yes, a flaming sorcerer with a questionable résumé decided: politics!   Armed with an obscene amount of platinum, some passionate ideas, and only a moderate chance of combusting on stage, Roscoe, the “Ember of Democracy” headed to Tarragon to begin his grassroots movement. His slogan? “Lighting the Way to a Brighter Vale.” His motto? “From Ashes, Unity.”