Gruoch MacBethad's page

Tired of this tomfoolery, Gruoch steps back, away from fallen trollhound and Sour. "Pathetic."

She unleashes a bolt of lightning from her hands toward the trollhound with the red tint.

Electricity Dam: 5d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 6, 1, 5) = 15
DC 17, Reflex half

Gruoch moves up to the blue doggy and with a glowing blue hand touches him on the nose.

Chill Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Dam: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"Oh, wait. I don't think I did that one right. Oh, well."

Ignoring everything Sour gibber-gabbers about in his epic long rants (posts), Gruoch laughs hysterically at the animal attempts to much through the long-winded Sour.

"Munch on, old boy! Munch on!"

"Sour, you gabber on too much. Shut up and attack these Trollthounds.
They are quick, pack a wallop with their teeth and have a nasty habit of leaving behind the microbes in their mouths, which cause Bloodfire Fever in the victims."

Taking a look at the green hounds too.
Know Nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 unless it's somehow Arcana then add 2 more.

"I look to you all as experience adventurers who clearly know much of the history surrounding this quest of sorts. Do we blast our way through the front door? Try a lie or two? Slip in through the shadows or while invisible? I rather not attempt any climbing or swimming... how base."

Seeing her newly found comrades attempting to spread rumors and moving onto to stores and whatnot, Gruoch decides to ebb her way out from the crowd.

She murmurs to herself, "By Desna, are ever going to investigate this castle at Schloss Caromarc? This group really likes to take their time."

Gruoch follows Elouise to the shops.

Gruoch sees the crowd. "Time to do a bit of investigating. Give me a sign or something if plans come up."

Gruoch slips into the crowd, listening to conversations to gather intel.
Dip: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 unless she should use Perception, then +2 : )

Whispering to Chuck, "I don't think I'm going to pick up much. What do you hear about this Andrew character, my love?"

Chuck's Perception/listening: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Gruoch briefly looks toward Sour, "Monsters are monsters, Sour. Spare me your cultural sensitivity to abominations and the like. I won't be shocked or moved if it gets you killed."

Moving her attention to the paladin, "Immortal undead... What have I got myself into? I agree, let's gather what provisions we need and be on our way."

"Where is this Iesha character you all keep talking about? If she is to join us, the stronger we shall be."

I'll post once per weekday. Wednesdays will be difficult, but I'll try to get it done.

Gruoch, is still uneasy and unaware of what is really going on here. Clearly there is some history between these individuals, but she can't make out what all their agendas quite are.

"Chuck and I will not be 'offering ourselves up' for anyone, and down right murderers doesn't sit well with us either. Wait... what was that part about sewing together body parts? What hell is going on here?!
I'm all for tracking down the Whispering Way, but now there's a monster involved?"

"Oh, stay her hand, my love. You have no reason to fear my intentions. We are, as they say, in alignment, so to speak. I have no intention to join them. Quite the opposite. I plan to take their power. To learn their secrets. And I do not mean to ask them nicely for it either. It will then give new purpose to their power; a purpose of good."

Gruoth turns to Sour, not too amused by his zombie impression. "The courthouse? Hmmm. Probably more civilized there than in here. Lead the way and afterward we can talk more on this topic."

"I will not beat around the bush, as I have been known to feel the future in the instant. I am Gruoch MacBethad, and I am hear to seek you and your party. I heard whispers that we have mutual pursuits, and I was curious if we could work together to find our... way."

She looks at both Eloise and Sour. "Is this making sense to you all? I dreadfully hope so. I had such high hopes for our partnership."

She waits. And sighs. "I see. I believe we could strike up a symbiotic relationship here. If you would join me at the table," gesturing to the avaliable seats, "or another table if you wish, I would love to tell you of my plans ... our plans."

For the sake of time, I assume you all sit down. If not, well, I'm still going forward :)

Gruoch, holding her dearest Chuck in her hand, petting him delicately,"I come from a small hamlet of an unimportant name," she pauses and looks off for a moment,"For what is in a name?... My husband and I lived quite well among the community and shared power with others in the area that allowed us time and comfort to pursue our interests in knowledge and the arcane arts. Unfortunately my husband passed. He would frequently jest that life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. But I did not know his health was so fragile. I was unprepared for his departure. As a result, I was left weak in the community and lost my position. I tried to regain what was stripped from me, first through diplomacy, then my few loyal men aided me in some brief skirmishes, and finally I even tapped into my knowledge of arcana, but all to no avail. And I lost many good people, people who looked to me for guidance. I needed more strength. More power to take back what is rightfully mine! To protect those who trusted me with their livelihood! To make right what they wronged!!"

She calms down and looks down at Chuck,"They must think this all sounds like a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

Gruoch turns back to Eloise and Sour. "But I heard of a particular group that might hold the very power I need to set things right again. And I heard that you all might know the way to find them. I aim to join you, to aid you in your pursuit."

She looks to them, waiting for their reply.

Gruoch looks to Eloise. "You sitting or not?"

Sitting at the table for breakfast, Gruoch takes out a small object from her pouch, placing in the palm of her other hand. She begins petting what seems to be a scorpion.

"Ah, my dearest Chuck. Where shall our travels take us next?"

The scorpion twitches in her hand. "Fret not. We will soon find those bastards. I know patience is not your strong suit, but we must screw our courage to the sticking post and persevere."

Gruoch looks over and sees Elouise nod. She nods in a return with a suspicious smile.

"Perhaps we are not alone, my love," she speaks softly to the arthropod. Gruoth gently taps a chair at her table with her toe as she looks over to Eloise. The chair invitingly slides out.

Hi, it's Baveyo. I'm ready to rock 'n roll.

I'll be playing Gruoch, a lvl 5 human witch. She is Chaotic Neutral, carries around her dearest Chuck, a scorpion familiar, and is looking to get into some trouble. She also dons a grey mithril shield with two crossed sable daggers on it.

I trust you all will devise a way to bring her into the story. But I'm good to go.