Old Greg


King of the Portland Ghouls


Though the circumstances that led to his appointment are a vast mystery, “Old Greg” seems to direct and oversee the ghouls that dwell beneath the Portland Arcology. Often found perched upon a poorly constructed wrought-iron chair, sipping a unquestionably vile brew from an old boot, he commands the efforts of his brothers in acquiring their food supply and keeping them safe from the eyes of outsiders. Apparently Old Greg has been trying to make contact with the Tagers for some time now, but his scout Steve is typically chased off before any rapport can be established.

Old Greg wears a weather-beaten fishing hat that is the envy of all other ghouls, and perhaps all the world.

Old Greg

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