Feast hauls herself to get feet, preparing her Greataxe for battle. No way she planned on drying here.
She swings at the closet undead attacking an ally.
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Noooo my 10 hit points :c Lol. That's what I get for being sadistic with my characters lives.
Feast throws back the salve, but it doesn't come out due to being very thick. She looks up at the man, who just gives her the thumbs up. Looking back at the definitely-not-a-potion, she proceeds to eat it with her fingers. It has the texture of thick custard, with the flavor of bile, pus, and rotten meat. It burns a little, but by the time Feast swallows, its burning a lot.
She shakes off the pain running down her throat and into her stomach. Feast doesn't get to think this often, but this is the most disgusting thing she's ever eaten. She doesn't know whether to thank the man or punch him in the face. Either way, she isn't sure if she feels any different.
Feast has, strangely enough, filled herself on ogre for the time being. There was a lot of ogre after all. She has no idea what is really going on, other than the fact they appear to want to go into the tiny house, since they are just waiting here looking at it. Orc:
"Maybe you should go knock. Dead men seem to not like weapons. Or cloth man." Feast liked violence. Particularly the kind that involved bashing in doors and raiding houses. People screaming and crying. Fond childhood memories. But she also liked seeing people get torn apart by other things too. Maybe whatever was home would be entertaining? Or maybe her Master could talk his way out of it. Anything was better than watching some zombies garden. Literally anything. She'd go knock soon, regardless of health, just to make something happen.
Feast can see that the human is struggling with the net. She could help, but thinks it's funny. She hasn't seen her Master for a while, not that that's anything new. He was probably chasing after the faun to "Sneak in a quicky". Whatever his version of a quicky was. Feast's version was not chewing when she ate and swallowing whole. Something her Master would make jokes about, though she didn't understand why. It was the quickest way to eat something. Humans were weird and annoying. Watching them struggle was satisfying, even if it was against a net and not her trying to bite chunks out of them. She'd help later, but for now she chewed on some orge flesh, sitting and grinning at the human wrestling with the makeshift trap.
Feast wants heals but her Master is probably having snoosnoo somewhere and hasn't told Feast about painful fusy troll healing potion yet. Feast glad she ugly to humans. They'll snoosnoo anything that won't tear their arms off and eat them.
She definitely wouldn't if you can't speak Orc, though she might watch a mime. It'd need to be a good one lol
I would, however Feast is not alchemically inclined.
Feast pulls herself up the rope, contemplating whether or not bringing 2 large javelins with her is worth the effort. As she reaches the top, the faun giggles something at her. Feast doesn't really care what. She just makes her way over to the ogre. She has been bored most of this hunt, it losing its appeal somewhere between the bear trap and now. She had mildly enjoyed yelling at the misshapen guardian, and was also aware that she might need something to kill the time with. She looks over at the ogre, her Master's task didn't seem too ridiculous. A rare occurrence. Orc:
"Let me work on it." She moves to the ogre's side and empties the contents of his napsack on the ground. Pulling out her Greataxe, she then begins dismembering him and storing the pieces in the bag, snacking on a few smaller pieces of flesh here and there. She was sure her Master wouldn't mind. Orc:
"Might not all fit. Maybe few choice cuts only. What organs should Feast save for later? Anything not in bag, I'm finishing off." She tosses the armor aside, covered in blood from Victors dead blow and also bits of flesh from Feast's improvised butchering.
I feel like someone in our party could really use some healing, the name is on the top of my tongue. :P < note actual tip of tongue
Feast looks at the tiny man who just tried to push her out into the open quizzically, not understanding what he said. But he seemed to want her to go in that direction, which happened to be where the javelin was stuck so just assumed that's what he meant. She felt tingly, recognizing the touch of magic, but knowing that it wasn't healing her due to still feeling like shed been chewed up and spat out by a storm giant. Bravibg the open, she dashed towards the javelin, though she made an earnest attempt to stay as close to the tree line as she could. Grabbing the javelin with both hands, she tugged to free it before the grumpy guardian could throw another.
Orc:
"I heard ogres ugly, but Feast never imagine such ugly! You same shape as Feast's boogers! Only Feast's boogers know how to throw a javelin!" Continuing as her master instructed, and still unaware that the Rumblejack can understand her as much as she can him, she continues to hurl insults at the ogre. What she really wants is to go fight him, but in her current condition she would settle for a range weapon, like a javelin. It's boring when they don't react. I hope this is over soon. Feast needs to lie down a bit. Plus needs to find owner of bear trap and eat his legs.
I guess because my only knowledge of ogres comes from Shrek lol
Orc:
"What you say to Feast!? You come say that to my face, baby arms! Feast take you on!" Feast looks to judge when would be the best time to grab the javelin and pull it out...
It's a good thing I changed from my "lets eat this faun together and be friends ' approach then XD Also feel kind of racist cause I just assumed we both spoke orc cause we're both kinda green. Luckily, that would most likely be an assumption Feast would also make XD
Feast looks at her Master and then at the tree and over at the cliff. Orc:
"No. We just climb. It's been long enough. I want to go back and eat and sleep off my injuries. Feast is a fighter not a laborer." She peers past the tree line and yells at the orge. Orc: "I didn't know orges throw like tiny human females! Feast thought it would be a challenge but so disappointed! Bet you can't even get down! You aren't guarding, you just stuck! Saddest thing Feast ever see."
Orc:
Does the Faun have any healing? Feast could take him at full health. And if magic man stopped growing useless human swordsman I could throw everyone up there. Feast is wary. She knows her own condition and the disadvantage of the lower ground, plus range. Being big has its pros, but the cons are also there, a main one being an obvious target to range attacks. She wants to just climb up the cliff, but the makeshift bandage on her leg is still wet with blood, and the spiders have left a few tiny red sores over her body. Waiting until her Master confirms if his new 'friend' can heal her, she examines the tree line, looking for the best way to make her ascent.
Thinking isn't Feast's strong point. FOR THE HORDE! Horde of food that is.
Just as Feast was wiping the blood of the fallen spider of her face, thousands of tiny ones swarm her and begin to bite.
Feast brushes them off, nothing more than an irritation, although those that get into the wound from the bear trap sting a little bit. The blow flies of Belkzen bit harder. She looks for what direction they should go in.
Sorry about lagging behind in posts. It was the first week of uni here and I'm buggered. Hoping I'll adapt within a few weeks. I'll try and stay consistent though.
Feast cannot reach the massive spider and so she walks to the entangled caster, grabs the web line that links him to the eight legged monster, and pulls it towards her.
After hearing her Master's warning, Feast is on guard, though still not sure what she is facing. Cutting down that tree was tiring and so, once again, she craved for something to sink her teeth into.
Feast looks across the bridge, and then back into the forest, searching for a tree that looks big and thick enough to cross the chasm.
If she finds the tree:
She looks at her Greataxe, but decides to use the ash men's axes instead. Picking the first one up, she begins hacking away at the tree with all her strength.
lol Am I the wounded Beatstick? :P EDIT ooooh least wounded. My bad. Also, naw, Feast want to be largest beatstick :c
Feast nods and draws her Greataxe. She then moves, and swings it at the man with the beard.
It says in addition to the standard bonuses and penalties of rage, a flesheater takes a –2 penalty to Intelligence while raging.
Tearing the wolf apart calms her somewhat. She doesn't take long to recover from her explosion of anger, and after a few quick mouthfuls of wolf, is ready to continue tracking their main quarry. She first binds her leg somewhat, trying to stop the bleeding.
Still wounded and bleeding, however, running into a group of men blocking their advancement causes her to flex angrily. She is more cautious though. These aren't a pair of wolves, these are armed men. Normally no challenge, Feast is still quite injured.
I No drama. However, as the Flesheater archetype, I do loose an extra 2 INT when entering rage at first level :P
So that post with Feast attacking the wolves is probably one of muy faves though I doubt know if natural 20s matter in initiative. I hope they do. After all that I feel like she deserves to go first XD
Feast is definitely in the mood to rip something apart and the wolves they encounter in the clearing fit that bill. Had she been a more empathic creature, she may have felt some sort of kinship with the wolf caught in the trap. Unfortunately for these wolves, however, Feast is angry. And always hungry.
Had she been in a less horribly maimed state of mind, she might have finished the first wolf off with one swing of her Greataxe. The mighty weapon remained sheathed, as Feast could only draw from the most primal of her instincts, ones she had been using since childhood. Now wasn't the time for quick kills. Now was the time for blood and flesh. For her to feel it in her mouth, and teeth, dripping down her chin and neck. For the warmth of the gore to cover her hands and face. Now was the time to Feast.
Feast resists the urge to flail and pull at the device. She's seen these used enough to know that all that will achieve is further damage to her leg. Instead, she waits to be freed, unable to get herself out of the trap.
She has her Master's permission, and Lux's orders. She is free of the confides of social graces and niceties.
Now it's time to hunt. Her eagerness of the task shines through with the ease at which she spots the trail. Orc:
"Found him." Of course she takes off, leaving the others to follow. With the forest dampening the sun's rays, she can finally see properly. Permission to eat but not kill. Now this was a challenge. Stooped to stay on the trail, she makes her way towards their quarry.
Feast picks up the bolt from the ground, gives it a whiff, before holding it out to Tashewren. Orc:
"This bolt is poisoned. Snake venom. Is that useful? The old man didn't even check" Despite not being bright nor smart, Feast could at least recall information that happened right in front of her moments ago. Had anything interesting been going on, she might have missed it. But seeing as crowds of panicking humans wasn't exactly a rare occurrence, she smelt out something that was.
Feast grunts in reply, though she is hardly the type to look before she eats. She doesn't really know what she's looking for, as the were just told who had attacked and where they were going. She wants to be part of the retrieval party, not guarding against an empty threat. And she doubts she'd be allowed to eat the dead Prince or his horse. But she looks for 'dangerous ' looking things anyway. Maybe she'll get lucky and there'll be another attack.
If Feast being in tow doesn't put the other entourages to shame, then I don't know what standards these guys have, but they need to be higher lol.
Feast wipes her mouth on a napkin. She had been taught that doing so on the table cloth isn't acceptable. She follows her Master out into the crowd, towering over the others in line. She isn't used to waiting in line. Normally her presence and her Master's influence are enough to jump them to the front. The Baron looked like he enjoyed eating. Maybe getting into his good graces wasn't such a bad idea. If her Master kept his hands to himself, Feast could already see 3 potential sources of trouble, and only one was wearing armor.
Don't worrying. Feast doesn't care about any God or Deity.
Feat sat awkwardly at the table, it clearly not meant for someone of her build. She began to eat anything she could grab, mainly the meats, sometimes even a large fruit or vegetable, with swigs of liquids in between. There was nothing here for her to savour, no new textures, with tastes that just registered as another variety of something she had already eaten. She had forgotten how much the succubus liked to talk, though she knew this wasn't talking, because she couldn't ignore it like with all the other noise the various creatures her master interacted with made. It had been the second best bonus for her, the first being access to a variety of exotic creatures every now and then. The bonus of being able to completely ignore almost everything that was happening, conversation wise anyway. Her Master took care of that, and she took care of anyone who threatened him. No hard questions, no queries, just kill, follow, behave, or would you like to eat. She realised the detriment, however, when Lux laid out the options before then. She would much prefer to slay something to improve their image than every other option given. She just had no way of finding out that information, and her Master wasn't the combat type. She grunted her displeasure through mouthfuls of pheasant, turkey, and she thinks it was an eggplant, but they tended to merge together when she didn't care what she was eating. Orc: "Give me a monster to kill. To eat. Fights without maiming and scarring, without ripping and tearing, aren't fights. I played more fierce games as a baby. Humans value the lives of the weak too much. At least in Master's country, the losers died."
Feast follows Master Tashewren, who looks like he is trying to stay hidden. Feast don't hide. Nothing here for Feast to hide with. Had she been brighter, she may have found her master's behaviour amusing, as trying to stay inconspicuous while being followed around by a 6"4 full-blood Orc dressed in hides in the middle of a tavern isn't something that goes unnoticed even at the most crowded of festivals. At her master's request, she scans the room. While the long haired gentleman in front of them looks different, Feast is no gourmet taster. A human is a human. Orc:
"Nothing but white meat. Slim pickings. No challenges." Orc parties better. No blood in here at all. Everyone still have all their parts. Mmm, parts. Feast semi notices one of the Humans look like they are talking in her direction, but master does the talking and Feast only talks to Master.
Is Feast arriving with Tashewren?
That would be correct. Chaotic for her just means she has no code or any ethical reason to obey laws. The reason she does is primal, simply to survive. Besides, while she would be bored out of her mind at a high social event, Lux has given her amazing food in the past. And, if Tashewren accepts the owner role, they have probably provided her with at least the opportunity to indulge on exotic flesh as well. She's not bright, but she knows when a situation would kill her. She probably kind of wants to eat a succubus now to. Just not Lux cause she likes her +2 lol
So I'm going to pitch her anyway seeing as Orc is 8RP. Her background really only needs the addition of Lux and maybe a location move. She'd take the gluttony trait.
Rolling stats cause I have an Orc who I never got to play. I mean she was evil but I guess the perspective thing is she's normal for an Orc?
11, 13, 12, 13, 12, 14 Wow that's super boring... at least I didn't get four 2s like I have before lol Im posting as my orc. I'll alter her to fit the campaign, be more patriotic. But overall she'll be the same. Super bummed her stats suck more than her original but what can you do? |