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Hey guys.

So some of you may know, I recently got a promotion and am taking on leadership of two surgical ICU units at my hospital. We are a high acuity facility, and there is a lot of pressure and responsibility falling on the shoulders of both myself and my entire staff (as is always the case for healthcare employees in general, but I digress).

But, the past few days have shown me I need to trim things down significantly in my life to give the new job the focus it deserves. As such, I regretfully am going to have to withdraw from this game. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I have to do what I have to do to for my new situation.

I will be marking this thread as inactive, but most all my games have access to me by discord. Feel free to chat with me on there.

Power Attack, Enlarge: 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 16 + 4 = 23
Damage, Power Attack: 2d4 + 25 ⇒ (4, 4) + 25 = 33

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Groog clutches his ears and shakes his head as he tightens his grip on his blade. He prepares himself to strike the moment the ghost floats within his now quite formidable reach.

Groog tries a cautious step up, and his foot holds! ”Awwww Hell yeah!” he growls before focusing on the ghost woman and running up at her and slashing his axe at her!

Power Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
Damage, Power Attack: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (1, 4) + 22 = 27

”What tha f+~+ you talkin’ about!?!?” Groog bellows as he glares up at the ghost thing.

Groog continues slashing with his axe at the specter.

AoO: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (2, 1) + 22 = 25

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (2, 3) + 22 = 27

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (1, 3) + 22 = 26

A Will Save Exercise in Futility: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Groog clutches his head before gritting his teeth and slashing at the snake woman ghost with his axe.

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (1, 3) + 22 = 26
Confirm: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Bonus Damage: 4d4 + 44 ⇒ (2, 1, 1, 3) + 44 = 51

”Yeah? And how do you suppose we do that? We ain’t really a group of ghost bustin’ pros,” Groog replies.

Groog rips apart a large chunk of boar belly as he replies, mouth full, ”Never heard of ‘em.”

”Wow,” Groog comments, his voice full of sarcasm and amusement. ”we get to see a big elephant. Such a life changing vision.”

Groog simply grunts.

Visions if the future. How stupid. All a bunch of lies and aurochs s$$!.

Groog blinks his eyes in confusion at the odd action from the centaur girl. He shakes his head a moment later, not sure what the hell that was supposed to mean. He then snickers and says ”Come on. Let’s eat,” as he hefts his weapon onto his shoulder and heads out.

Kallie feels a rough hand slip around her waist. ”Now your talkin’ my language,” Groog says with a tusky grin.

"The f+*$ is that thing?" Groog asks in disbelief at the thing that appeared. Either way, it was either kill or be killed, so he lunged forward and sliced his blade at it, though the slice came up short.
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Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Attack, Shaken: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 16 - 2 = 17

The Day Prior:

Groog took the sack of coin roughly from Kelhuud. He then stalks out of the room into the city proper. He spends a while wandering around, looking at everything sternly. F*$!ing humans have it so damn easy. None of these pricks could handle even a week living in the wild. The fact they hold so much of the surface and haven’t been wiped out yet is stupid.

He catches a guy on the street by the arm and asks ”Where do your leaders go when they want a night of fun?”

The man, trembling and at first stricken silent by the massive orc that was assailing him, finally stammers once Groog squeezes his arm tighter ”P-probably the House of Welcome?”

Groog releases the man and proceeds to get directions from one source to the next until he finally narrows it down. Eventually, he makes his way to the House of Welcome. The staff and most of the clients are quite put out by his presence, but his coin is good, and his request isn’t TOO unbearable: being given a hot bath, and nothing else.

He then makes his way to a tavern serving hearty portions of good smelling boar. He orders two full racks of ribs and proceeds to feast on them like he hasn’t eaten in days.

Groog eventually returns several hours later, both he and his gear are clean to the point of actually smelling quite nice, surprisingly enough.
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Ritual:

Groog stands idle back away from the ritual itself, watching it with disinterest as he leans against a nearby pillar with his arms folded across his chest.

”I’m not…” Groog growls and clutches his head. ”Any…any of you know what it’s like…to be one way…then lose it all…lose yourself…then get a small bit back…it’s…it’s hard…” he says, grunting through pain and seeming to struggle with finding words.

”Whatever. Leave me alone. I’ll go get me a bath,” he says sternly and steps over to Kelhuud. ”You have any of my money left?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at the man.

Groog glares at him. ”Some. It’s fuzzy. Don’t make sense,” he says as he rubs his head.

He takes the cloak off angrily and tosses it at Kelhuud. ”Find me one that doesn’t look stupid,” he says flatly.

Groog looks around at the two women talking to him. ”I…I am a warrior. A warlord. I was…betrayed…” he says as he traces the scar in his scalp. ”But I don’t remember by who, or why.”

”No magic. Get me a bath. You humans, your leaders have others bath them? Slaves? I want the same,” he says bluntly, as if it was not open for discussion. As he moves, he notices the pink cloak on his back and narrows his eyes at it. ”Why the f*+# am I wearing this?” he asks angrily.

Groog looks at Aurealia and narrows his eyes. ”Dunno where that is. Looks like human city?”

He takes a sniff of the air and looks down at himself and says ”Need a bath. Where’s a River?”

”Leave me alone!” the orc fumes. He reaches a hand up to trace his fingers along the scar on the back of his skull. He then slowly rises up to his feet, his muscles shaking. When he turns to look at everyone, there is a new look in his eyes. A look of mixed confusion and recognition.

He then sniffs the air and looks down at his arms and body. ”Where am I?”

Groog takes the strap excitedly, and tries a couple ways to put it on unsuccessfully. Then Nice Metal Man helps him put it on.

”RRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” the monstrous Orc roars in agony as he clutches his head and doubles over! Grunts of pain continue as he clutches at his skull and falls to his knees and his face is obscured. Anyone who approaches him, he swipes at them with a muscle bound arm.

In a few moments, the episode seems to subside, leaving the Orc hunched over on the floor, his face and torso obscured by his hair and bulk as he breathes heavily on his hands and knees.

Groog looks at the Talky Lady. He then excitedly snatches her up in a deep hug, her face forced into the crook of his armpit as he says ”Lady! Windy! City! Groog call you…Chicka Go!” he says jubilantly as he bounces up and down and runs his grime covered hand through her hair.

As the others jabbered, Groog wandered the big wood floaty thing. He hadn’t ever been on a big wood floaty thing before. He meandered about, here and there, tugging an occasional rope to see what it did.

Eventually his eyes land on a lady yelling at other people on the big wood floaty thing. He made his way over to her, snorting up a big wad of snot and swallowing it just as he got near her. ”You talk lots,” he said as he scratched an itchy on his backside.

Level Up done:

+10 HP
+1 Charisma (lolz)

Unexpected Strike rage power

+1 Fort

+1 Perception, Handle Animal, Knowledge (Geography)

When Hurty Man answers his question, Groog’s face grows delighted as he runs off to find Angry Metal Man. He proceeds to drag him back to the room saying ”See! Sky Grass real! Hurty Man says so!”

Grapple: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

Tiny Horse Lady was not letting Hurty Man answer Groog. So Groog stepped over and capped a hand across her mouth. He then looks to Hurty Man, waiting on his answer to his more important question.

Everyone else was asking Hurty Man questions. Most of them silly and pointless. So, he decided it was time to ask him an important question that had always bothered him.

”Why Sky Grass funny blue color when Ground Grass green?”

Groog watches the Ouchy Man’s skin heal up, and the sight is awesome! He proceeds to poke him a few more times before the prospect of jerky becomes more interesting.

Groog walks up to the man on the ouchy chair. He must like ouchies. He let ugly skull things poke him, and chair is covered in ouchies.

Groog wants to make the man happy since he smooshed his friends. So he pokes at him with his sword.

Groog steps up and swings his blade at the smoky snake.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
Damage, Power Attack: 2d4 + 19 ⇒ (1, 4) + 19 = 24

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Damage, Power Attack: 2d4 + 19 ⇒ (2, 1) + 19 = 22

Groog, still infuriated from being eaten, leaps to kill the last oozey thing!

Power Attack, Rage, Reckless Abandon: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (6) + 19 = 25
Damage, Rage, Power Attack: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (1, 3) + 22 = 26

Power Attack, Rage, Reckless Abandon: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Damage, Rage, Power Attack: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (3, 1) + 22 = 26

This thing ate Groog.

Groog no like being eaten.

Groog HATE BEING EATEN!

With a muffled roar, the lump that is Groog halts it’s motion into the things stomach and crawls back into its mouth, forcing the jaws open a bit as a saliva covered Groog reappears!

CMB, Rage: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 2 - 3 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 2 - 3 + 14 = 27
Will: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Groog struggles to get loose, but ends up in a giggling fit in there’d squishies arm.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Groog looks down at the silly cut on his arm. He didn’t know how that happened.

He then turns around at everyone standing around below him. ”Why you so slow?”

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Climb, ACP, Accelerated: 1d20 + 8 - 4 - 5 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 4 - 5 = 14

Groog saw Horse Lady fly off on flying rug! And didn’t wait on Groog.

She must wanna race!

He raced for the wall and started climbing fast!

Getting into the fight even more courtesy of Lizard Lady's song, Groog continues hacking away at the strange mean thing.
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Power Attack, Inspired Rage: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 15 + 1 = 28
Damage, Power Attack, Inspired Rage: 2d4 + 19 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1) + 19 + 1 = 23

Power Attack, Inspired Rage: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 = 26
Damage, Power Attack, Inspired Rage: 2d4 + 19 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3) + 19 + 1 = 26

Groog swings his sword at weird picture lady. It was being mean to kitty!

Power Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
Damage, Power Attack: 2d4 + 19 ⇒ (4, 3) + 19 = 26

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage, Power Attack: 2d4 + 19 ⇒ (1, 3) + 19 = 23

Groog had no idea what was being talked about. He just knew the pictures were pretty. Especially the one with the man with the shiny knife cutting stupid robe man’s neck. Stupid robe man should have stabbed him first.

Stupid robe man was stupid.

”Huhuhuhuh,” Groog chuckles dumbly at the image.

Groog scoffs at little Pale Lady. ”Door easy,” he says as he approaches and casually takes the handle and tries to open it.

Strength: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

When it doesn’t budge, he looks at it as if it had just said something rude about his mother. He snarled and took the handle with both hands and tried again, this time with no small amount of frustration…

Strength: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Groog looks to the lady in the long shirt that looked like blood. He rolled his eyes at her before walking past Metal Man and Grumpy Metal Man. He pats both of them on the back to signal he was ready and then pushes on to see this big metal door.

Groog growls at the others as they talky talk with him about his shiny rock. But he can tell they won’t stop talky talking until he deals with them. So he hurries about his task.

He gives up about 3/4 the way through cleaning the skull of matter before putting it on his head like a helmet. Chunks of flesh still cling to it in places. And some matter is still leaking out of the skulls interior. But Groog looks at you all with a big goofy grin on his face, proud of his work.

”What want with Groog’s shiny?” he then asks angrily. ’You have your shinies! This mine!”

To keep it safe, he reaches into his backpack and takes out his pet otter, which is quite stiff and has flies circling it. He opens its mouth and forces the gemstone down inside it, for safe keeping!

Groog, still reeling from his rage, snatched the gemstone away protectively. He then stumbles over to the snake and cuts its head off just beneath the skull.

He drags it to a wall and sits down against it. He then begins to methodically, but crudely, scrape the flesh away from it.

Bad bitey snake dead, Groog turns to snake with lots of heads. That was dumb. So he begins hacking away at it!
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Groog Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (13) + 19 = 32
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (4, 1) + 22 = 27
Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (3, 4) + 22 = 29

Groog continues to wail on the snake with his blade!

Groog Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (2, 3) + 22 = 27
Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (1, 1) + 22 = 24

Groog Fort: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Groog first got bit by the big toothy worm. Then several more small bites from the worm with many heads and many teeth. The many bites made Groog angry, and he roared at the many worms! He took out his sharp stick and started slashing at them, starting with the big headed toothy worm!

Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (2, 1) + 22 = 25
Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (2, 4) + 22 = 28

These Talky Ladies seem like they want all these shiny rocks. So Groog decided that this one was his! No fair they get them all. He walks straight to the shiny rock and, if nothing stops him, takes it.

Groog grunts at the lack of things to play with. They made such a big deal over a boom boom fire. Nothing was even still on fire. He snorts and turns back out and to the metal sticks blocking his way to the shiny rocks before he resumed hacking at them with his sword.

Groog turns to where Metal Man went. As he gripped his sharp sword and followed, Mean Metal Man told him to do something. Groog didn’t know why. Maybe it was magic that would make him better. So he nodded and raised his blade as he bellowed out ”IF YOU NEED HELP!!!” and rushed towards the others.

Groog looks at Little Lady making weird moves with a look of confusion. Also known as his normal expression. He then shrugs and heads on into the Bee Love door, excited to possibly pet some bees.

Groog didn’t understand most of the big noises the people girls were saying. He was just happy to amble along behind them, looking for things of interest. Like the little wiggly worm from worm man that was still on his sword. It was funny. And cute. Little Puppy Worm. And it smelled like cooked chicken.

SLURRRP

Tasted like one too.