Grumblejack shrugs.
"I can look after myself 'til you come back. You go do what you need to do, but come get me when it's time to smash some heads."
He grins evilly.
The ogre helps set up a camp.
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Grumblejack looks around in confusion, not sure what was going on.
Grumblejack had been napping in the cargo hold but Dane's call quickly roused him into action. Once one deck, he grins and bears his teeth at the bugbears. He crack his knuckes for good effect as he backs Dane up.
With a snarl, Grumblejack tries to crush the nearest ice creature.
Grumblejack, seeing Mordesel and Durova handling the nearest triton, surges across the deck towards the two other tritons.
Grumblejack snarls in frustration as he attempts to crush the water elemental again.
Grumblejack lets out a roar of rage at the watery creature.
The ogre dislikes the sea and the claustrophobic environment but bears it with little complaint. When Durova strikes up a conversation with him, he proves friendly, although he isn't much of a conversationalist.
"Yeah, can't believe I fergot to eat Blackerly. Heh, I could sure go for somethin' about now." the ogre says as he licks his lips.
The ogre nods his head.
The ogre roars in frustration and tries to smash the door to splinters with his greatclub.
Sion hurls himself at the door. Despite his strength, the door refuses to break. The ogre curses the guards above them as he charges the door.
The potion proved more than enough to get Grumblejack back to his feet. He staggers along with the party as he shakes off the concussion. Despite his injuries and close-calls with death, Grumblejack remains in a good mood and curiously listens to Dane's promises.
Dane:
You get the impression that Grumblejack is not as stupid as he might first appear and despite his temper is very loyal by ogre standards. Upon looking inside the armory, Grumblejack's eyes widen as they fall on the massive club hanging on the wall.
The downtrodden ogre groans, still bleeding out.
Egged on by Sion, Grumblejack lets out a roar and shoves his way through the doorway, ready to pound any unfortunate guard in his way.[/ooc]
"You got some magic to make it go dark?"
Meanwhile, Dale has curled himself into the fetal position and is sobbing pitifully.
Seeing Donovan fall, Grumblejack lets out a roar of rage.
Grumblejack readies himself outside the door. Clearly, his recent brushes with death has made him a tad cautious.
Grumblejack gives Dale a wide, toothy grin at hearing Dane's instructions.
Grumblejack stirs, partially healed.
Though conscious, the ogre does not look healthy.
The ogre moves with surprising speed, hurling himself at the guards in an attempt to crush some new guards.
Grumblejack shrugs, hefts up the other dead guard, and stuffs him under a table in the mess hall.
Grumblejack moves down the steps. Although tempted to open the door he hesitates, seeing the rest of the group preparing an ambush.
Grumblejack finishes his meal, picking up both the savaged carcass and body of the other guard (who had died from his wounds). With a grin he carries away and hurls them into a vacant cell, misunderstanding Nikita's statement.
Grumblejack sees his opportunity and mercilessly lays into the defeated guard.
The lumbering ogre attempts to crush the terrified guard. He leans over to attack but the guard attacks first.
The ogre laughs heartily and rushes at the lone guard. He is too far away to reach his target however.
Grumblejack's mouth widens to an enormous grin as he see's Anton approach.
Grumblejack ponders for a moment.
"A couple of things... Fer one, the new warden ain't around much an' it's that wimpy runt Blackerly who's in charge... An' he ain't all that much into security neither. Sets up gamblin' games an' sells booze to da other little 'uns."
The ogre scratches his head, oblivious to the sarcasm in Donovan's questioning. He fails to hear Nikita's whispering.
You're beginning to suspect that Grumblejack has been either drugged or poisoned during his incarceration.
"Umm, yeah, I do feel kinda... weak. Them damn guards musta put somefin' in my stew. I can still mash 'em if ya get me outta 'ere though."
Grumblejack's eyes light up at the mention of freedom.
In the cell next to you (about 20ft away), a shape moves from under a pile of rags (blankets?).
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Secrets under the mountain, elemental earth. Background:
Vorn was brought up by his uncle and aunt after his parents were slain in battle with drow in his young days. His uncle (not related by blood) taught him the basics of music and song. The two of them traveled to semi-explored portions of the underdark once Vorn reached adolescence. The young dwarf showed fascination with music and tales of old, but also of the tremors that occurred from time to time in the underground.
Vorn now believes fervently (whether it is true or not) that he is the last descendent of his family name, and that the that Redhand's were a noble house of Dammerhall. He dreams of leading a group to reclaim the lost dwarven city, taking back his birthright and taking a position of authority as is his noble right. Although he cannot ascertain why Dammerhall fell, he believes that the disaster was from natural causes, tremors and quakes, that brought down the great bridges and smashed the mighty constructions. He has since made it his personal task to master the elements of music and sound, so that dwarven stone will last forever. This time. Personality: Vorn is a brash and headstrong young dwarf, overly proud of his appearance and natural hardiness. His beard is very thick considering his relative youth, which he maintains as another of his 'gifts' from him noble ancestry. His toughness and almost supernatural resistance to magic also reinforced his self-opinion.
Jovial and lighthearted in most instances (much to the chagrin of more conservative dwarves), Vorn tends to forget immediate dangers in favour of lightening the mood with song. In the comfort of a dwarven alehouse he is an asset, but he can be something of a liability in more dangerous locales. |