Are they here yet? Cuddles calls up to the people who can see.
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Cuddles stands ready to greet the first person to enter. He is positioned just inside the gate.
Cuddles
I'm here!
During the next few days Cuddles busies himself working around the little fort in whatever capacity he can. He clearly enjoys hard labor and tends to busy himself cleaning the outdoors courtyard or stable if no one needs him to lift something heavy.
Cuddles rummages around in his pack for a moment and pulls out a... you want to say mug? But it's more like a small barrel with a makeshift handle bolted to it. Cuddles smiles. When I get drinks, I'm not thirsty! he declares. Which is probably right. With is mass he'd have to drink a LOT to get even mildly tipsy.
Cuddles moves over to the bodies and starts flinging them over his shoulder like sacks of grain, getting not a little blood on himself in the process.
I'm probably the last person you want in charge like that. The country's currency would switch to HUGS overnight!
Cuddles looks around and tries to grab the closest foe.
Cuddles shrugs his second length of rope off his shoulder and proceeds to hog-tie this man as well with frightening speed.
Cuddles sees Coal in danger and bumrushes his attacker.
Cuddles shrugs one of the ropes off his shoulder and manhandles the bandit like he was a child. In a matter of seconds Cuddles almost has the man literally hog-tied.
Cuddles flexes his huge, calloused hands as he approaches the gates and pulls two well used lengths of hemp rope about 15' each from his pack. He puts his arms through the coils and the coils up over his broad shoulders where they sit easily. After the bandits blink the after image of flames away they have exactly .2 seconds to recognize that they have an Orc problem. Cuddles charges in on the flames' heels and hits the guy leaning on his club like a moving house!
Cuddles stares for a moment at the Green Lady's shiny new armor. That awesome! You know rain-talk! he says before being ushered on by Dry-Vox. He takes the lead with Cole and heads for the outpost.
Cuddles's eyes loose some of their gleam. Bandits not on Cuddles right side. They on the left. If they be like Stabby-Man, Cuddles will hug it out with them. The spell tickles Cuddles's ear, but he doesn't flinch. He seems... worried. Maybe reluctant. And a little angry. Like a smoldering ember in fog.
Test? Cuddles asks as the report finally sinks in and about 25% of it in understood. No! No Test! Test for Weezyard Sparklefingers Pointyheads! Now time to crack bandit heads! They take us-es friend? We make them go away!
Cuddles waits patiently for the rest to be ready, then sets out. His massive gait makes for a slower pace for him, but he seems to not mind in the slightest. He sets out heading straight for the outpost. Rain OK. Hail Hurt me head. Gods like throwing big ones at Cuddles. he comments once he realizes that the others are talking about the incoming storm clouds.
Cuddles nods. Elfy friends say Olaf. They think we stay there for looking and mapping and making friends and stopping no-good bandits.
Cuddles doesn't snore. He doesn't even move. Only a very gentle reuse of his massive chest traits you that he's still alive. He awake with the dawn, as any worker with his salt would. Within an hour he has wandered into the woods and brought back enough wood to build a robust lean-to and more than enough for the morning's cook fire. Good Morning, Friend! he greets anyone he finds awake.
Cuddles's get big as saucers when he sees the biggest puppy. He doesn't rolls to his feet, massive grim plastered all over his face. It looked like he was trying to get at Mr. StabbyMan's bed. He must be dead asleep if That didn't wake him.
Cuddles is just glad to be included in the conversation, even if it was only the tail end. He nods and smiles back at Grox, then at Cole. It's a truly terrifying sight, or would be if Cuddles didn't have the eyes of an innocent child. His teeth are yellowed and sharp, the very ideal of the savage stereotype most races thought of when they heard "Ork". What results is a kind of cognitive dissonance made manifest.
I'm sorry to hear that. :( I hope it turns out well.
Words flurry around Cuddles like flakes in a blizzard. He understands precious few of them, so he keeps quiet as the others discuss the paper. It seems very important indeed, for Grox to be waving it about like that. He liked to talk. He must be a leader. That DriveOx guy seemed to be interested too, but Coal was hesitant. Grox must be trying to comvince Coal to help Cuddles finish filling out the Fancy Papers.
Cuddles points at the packs. In there. Fancy papers. Hax candle seal and all.
Cuddles shrugs. They Friends. Not family, no. But nice. They has fancy papers. I help make the papers happen.
Cuddles shrugs. I no know what dey want. I not have fire big enough for stabby man, so I put in hole. Just want to make sure them happy.
Cuddles thinks for a moment. The words were complicated, but "come with me" was in the middle. Cuddles should probably follow then. He wonders what Grax has hidden.
When he is shown the bodies. He sighs. Utt ohhh. Not good. Cuddles can't make the paper full alone. His face falls and shoulders slump. Elf friends was the bosses. They was smart and brave. And have pretty names that make me head hurt. So pretty names. He kneels and scoops them both up, one in each arm. He then lumbers back to camp. Coming into the firelight, he skirts the edge of camp and deposits two bodies next to the mound of fresh earth that was the comfy bed of the guy who had tried to stab him. Part of Cuddles wonders if the guy will ever wake up or if he was like the Elf friends. He then retrieves a shovel that's more like a tree trunk with a breastplate attached and proceeds to move a staggering amount of earth in a breathtakingly short period of time. He has two six foot graves dug in a matter of minutes.
Cuddles starts to speak, then abruptly stops like a child that almost did something wrong. He swallows quickly and answers, Elf baggies. They be back soon. I hopes. They had good papers and stuffs for the job.
Cuddles takes the meat and chews with his mouth closed. He swallows and says "Thank you" to the server. He even manages to not get his sleeves bloody! Lucy would be so proud. Lots of words were swirling around. Most of them he didn't know. Everybody was pretty wary right now. Except maybe that big Grox guy. And except Cuddles, of course. Being scared was natural. It was ok.
Cuddles is impressed immediately by the height of the man. He's still not tall of large as Cuddles, but he's closer than a lot of many others have come. Cuddles stands for the first time. He is easily head and shoulders above everyone else and his bulk is unquestionable. This is the kind of person that could crush skulls with a single hand. His smile is just as implicitly threatening featuring sharp, yellowed teeth that glint in the light. All this strikes your mind just before the Orc's actions set up a massive conflict with how he looks. He goes up and looks the man over closely. He even sniffs a couple times.
Cuddles nods vigorously. You can't be sure to which part. Maybe all of them?
Cuddles smiles in suprise. More peoples! Woods be full tonight! Come! Join fire! Cuddles happy to share! Not like last guy. He shelfish meanie.
Huzzah!
Cuddles's eyes light up at the opportunity to talk about this Lucy person. Lucy is best! Lucy teach the Hug! She bestest hugger!
No, not "like". There is! It's pokey and slimy and he felt it move! After a couple seconds he grunts in victory and pulls out a hard blob of yellow-green and flicks it over his shoulder. Better! Lucy said, "NO eat boogers!" so I not eat boogers no more. Lucy slap hands when I tries.
Cuddles. His expression turns suddenly from welcoming to worried. You wanna be friends? Guy came before. Not nice man. Tried shankity-shank. I hug him all better, but maybe break him too. He in a hole over there.
Cuddles nods vigorously. Food's done... almost... I think. He scrunches up his eyebrows in concentraion. Not sure how elf lady made meats brown and juicy. He licks his lips. You notice that the animal (perhaps a deer?} has been brutally butchered and shards of bone are visible in several places. It might be more accurate to say is was dismembered.
Cuddles wondered if it was time to turn the meat over yet. The deer had been hard to catch, but Cuddles managed. It's harder to dodge rocks when three are thrown at a time.
Someone came into his clearing. He had the teeth of an orc. And the eyes, sharp and fierce in both cases, but not the build. Cuddles smiles and waves. His sharp, yellowed fangs made a visage that would probably be more effective at scaring people off, but he seems sincere in his friendly greeting. Hi!
I was originally thinking Cuddles joined the expedition because a local prankster tried to convince him that leaving his nice job and going exploring would be fun. He didn't think it would work. He underestimated Cuddles's gullibility.
2x Half-Orc: Royal Assassin/Enforcer/Warden I'm full orc, actually. :D
I kinda like that image too. I wasn't aware that half-ogre was an option!
Cuddles would fit into that one too as it has someone to hold his hand bakers right into the role!
I can see our "ruler" easily being the first among equals "head" of some kind of monster council. I think some of us are talking more in the mechanical sense where certain stats apply to kingdom building modifiers than actual rule. I know I am. Cuddles has the training to be a sheriff but him recognizing who needs to be arrested... might be an issue. Fluff wise I see no problem with the party being a ruling council or something along those lines.
Ya, there's no Advisor position, that's true.Thats because all the positions are advisor positions. Fair.
Depending on just how much of that power behind the throne is yours, you cold just take Ruler traits as you're the master behind the puppet.
Ya, there's no Advisor position, that's true. |