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Characrer Introduction.

First one. . .

"Hello, my name is Grog. This is my scythe. This us burd, with a U."

After meeting his "lifemate" in a mod.

"Hello, my name is Grog. This (mongrolperson) is my lifemate, Oomph. This is my son, Oops. This is my Daughter, Uh Oh."

After I had made the Charcters Oops and Uh Oh.

"Hello, my name is Grog. This is my lifemate, Oomph. This is my son, Darrel. This is my other son, Darrel."

I may eventually make a daughter, Darla.

Grog drinks grog and like it.

Grog not like Enlarge Person. It prevents Grog from Whirlwinding...

Grog slapped Applesauce but didn't kill it. (Slapped it, which was non lethal damage) Kid still cried, even if strange mosquito was still alive.

I no good at consoling.

I did meet Oomph, my Mongral person life mate, there.

An Half-Orc with a Scythe on his back comes in, sits heavily on the bar stool, puts a Dino tooth on the bar to look at it, and orders three drinks.

"Me Grog. Level 12th, Weapon Master with Lunge, Whirlwind, power attack and Step up and Strike." He pauses. "Any good mods for a 12th level dwarf.. err, adopted son of a dwarf... Oh, hell, a Half Orc with a Scythe?"

Me Grog.

Have Scythe, will travel.

Me am weapon Master, a fighter, not cruddy Barbarian! Reached 12th level over RPG Gameday weekend, 2014. Am a half - Orc, but despise Orcs and don' trust humans. Parents are Dwarves, sturdy and steadfast. Me adopted, before you ask.

I never did die, but me come close in Bonekeep. Never go back... NEVER!!

*thaX again, this is my second*

Nah...

Me am gonna explain. I met, in my adventuring, a mongral person that became my lifemate. We had, thus far, three children. Son Oops, Daughter Uh Oh, and other son, Darrel.

Now my life mate miss daughter, as she is with dragon now.

Grog name his weapon "Scythe." It only name needed.

Me use Scythe. Not typical orc weapon, maybe? But I got used to it on cruddy farm. Also, having symbol of Death makes for scared enemies. Me like.

"Me come back from that sad, sorry end. Me no...err, know of your killer, great beast that he was. Our own party had hard time, two of us, down and out. Me hear of the summoner finishing it off, a second to late to save me, but... I come back. It cost a pretty little gold piece."

Grog holds up his unquenchable goblet, high to the ceiling. "To Warwick Samson. He free now."

He drinks the water.

"Sorry, it not make milk. Or grog. Just tasteless water."

Grog miss it also. Perhaps Torch and Countess go together?

Grog sad.

Now must find other faction that not trust masked men.

Me not believe you.

Grog looks at the ledger with apprehension, a questionnaire for a particular record of the Society. He sits down with a sigh and looks at the questions.

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1. Why are you a Pathfinder?

My Father, Dwarf called Mogan, was Pathfinder. It better than farming.

2. Do you have a name and surname that is not ripped straight out of existing Earth mythology or popular culture?

Me named after Dwarven Drink, Grog. So, no, it popular culture, and common name since other half orc has it also. (Why I Grog Da Half Orc, Not just Grog)

3. Which nation did you grow up in? How did this nation influence you?

Me grow up with adopted parents in the plains of Andoran. Has given me a great hatred for farming, though I like the feel of swinging scythe. How to say how it influence, Me not find words. Perhaps I despise Orcs because I see around there what they could take away with petty hot headed wars for no real reason. I also see humans take away from others in ways that involve pens instead of swords, but at least we can move on instead of die.

4. What do you look like? What are your wearing? How does this vary when you’re stalking through forests, sewers, deserts or in glittering cities?

Me wear heavy armor and have scythe, a weird three bladed dagger (Hunga Munga) and Javelins. I am disgusting half orc, can't help appearance, but try to not rock boat as converse. What mean change?

5. What do you love? (Treasure and experience doesn’t count)

Breeze in hair, sharp scythe, and a good backrub.

6. What do you hate? (Unclear and irritating darkness level rules don’t count)

Orcs. Me think you want more, so I add that abject dejection on me or other looking different than scuzzy human is dumb.

7. Which other Pathfinders (PCs) do you rely on for teamwork, survival and butt-kicking? Do you have a bro? a mentor? a father figure? maybe a rival?

I hope to have someone that can honey word for the group, since me so poor in that regard. My buddy, Forsythia, is good at finding things out. Not good with traps, doe. My father taught me a thing or two about fighting, out on the cruddy farm.

8. How does your race influence your views? Are you a stereotype of a certain race? How are you different from most humans/elves/gnomes/orcs/tengu?

Me left on my adoptive parents door step by my birth mom. She ok, was looking at house when father brought me in, before she scampered off. She had a lot on mind, with her family gone, having been... with me in her, having to find help after the raid... I visited ruins when I set off for absolam. A solemn day. How me different. I do not like either of mine, and have sometime pondered what being a dwarf would have been like.

9. What are you afraid of? Do you have any phobias or worries?

Me scared of the forge. It hot, creaks at night, and is loud. Having room next to it as child wasn't helping. I worry about hurting others that need not hurt. I hope not to be like Orc when me and lady agree to enjoy each our company. I worry that a lady will never give that chance to me.

10. What is your most treasured possession?

Scythe

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Grog looks at the questions again, wishing that he had used pencil instead of quill. He sighs, and gets up, leaving the ledger as he found it. "Head hurt, need drink."

Me not think Torch and Paracountess like that. Torch just use her for information, and give her Pathfinder favors in return. Torch teach me be diplo... diplom... errr. He teach me be nice ta folks if ya need somethin' from them. Me think Torch too smart to bed Paracountess.

But me not too smart to do that. *grin*

He turns to the wee one. "Oh, there was no doubt, they... " *wince* "It only reason I hamstrung into doing the tasks." He drinks a little more, grinning wide as he puts down the mug. "Good stuff."

"Ah..." Grog concentrates on the particulars that Kyrie points out, but seems a bit lost. Looks can be decieving...
"Me just keep quiet, let the smart ones do the nice things, wait to be able to hit things with scythe." He swings the drink, though careful not to drink to much in one go. "I not wise, but me smart enough to not mouth off at delici... delicam... Times."

Me sorry, posted as player thaX. Previous post me, not him.

*Half orc with a scythe stands in the barroom, petting his canary.*
"Me never get image out of head." He sighs. "I do mission, it for Countess, recover stone and get message from girl. I get back to Absolalm, give skinny human stone and message.
'did you read the message' she say, me shake head.
'not care' I tell her. She smile as she reads slip paper, I start to go.
'wait, do you not want your reward' Batty woman was removing slip of dress as approach.
'stay away from me' I say to her. 'Me do this as favor to friend. I still not believe you and he... uhg...' Me tell you, I not get that image from head, not for a long while.
'Well, go, then, but if you ever change your mind?' She stood there, no top, smiling. I ask her question before I slam door in face.
'Did he ever say how he got burns?' I ask her. She not like question, her eyes had narrowed before the door shut."

Grog downs a full tankard in one gulp. "Never get image out of mind, me tell you."