Hanz thinks for a long silent moment before responding with a smile, "Okay."
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"Do I get to eat?" Hanz asks. Because that was the most important question to him at this point. A food competition must involve eating. What else were you to do with food?
Hanz claps loud enough to be heard above nearly all the others as the play ends. The play niggled at a memory a long time ago about something that started with a 'p'. Per- Perspect- no. Per-something. It was a big word. A hard word. His paw was good at breaking them down. Still there was plenty in the story about bravery, courage, and loyalty. He knew those words well enough. "Food?" he mumbles, hearing the crier. He stands and follows his nose and ears through the crowd, pardoning his way through. Food was good. A food competition sounded even better. He approaches the crier, saying simply, "I like food."
Hanz patiently fidgets while the others come to a decision about whether they wish to go or stay. As agreement swings towards the latter he smiles brightly and runs off to watch the puppets with child-like wonder and excitement. He very nearly sits at the front of the group but remembers his height. He opts to sit back near the adults, blocking only the shortest of them but still being tall enough to see over the other kids.
Hanz's eyes sparkle like a child as he beholds the festival grounds. Pretty colors, wondrous sounds, and lots of things to do. Though he still walks near the caravan, he is no longer paying any attention to it as he stands on the tips of his toes to see all the fun that is available. The puppeteers draw his attention the most. It is obvious he would rather stay and watch and play rather than head home right now.
At first, Hanz moves as Inil suggested to help the scary yelling lady. But she didn't look worried. Only angry. He didn't do well around angry people. But the people she yelled at were grabbing and lifting things. He could do that. He could do that real good. He trots up to the broken wagons and starts to lift and move the heavier things where people directed him.
Having not followed the conversation, Hanz looks at the rising smoke and shouts to the others, "Someone make camp that way! We go see?" As the wagon beside him starts moving away he turns, confused by all the commotion. He wanted to go meet whoever was camped nearby but as Paw always said Duty first.
Hanz stands on tip toes trying to see what was going on up ahead despite being taller than practically everything but the wagons. Eventually he settles back and becomes distracted petting the horses.
Hanz takes a few tentative steps forward but gets locked in a contemplative loop as he tries to decide whether to go or stay. He wanted to help but also wanted to protect. He was curious but also cautious. And his confusion makes the chose for him as he stands there thinking about it.
Hanz looks over at Inil at his warning then over at the wagon he was indicating, squinting as if that would help him see it better. As people start moving and grabbing weapons, he dismounts and looks around for something to swing. He picks up a large stick, well more of a small, dead tree and readies to follow whatever order comes next.
"Hi. I Hanz," Hanz says, clearly not put off by the haughty attitude.
Hanz turns in the saddle and queries, "Enemies?" but takes not other action.
With his large physique and strength, it was easy to see why Hanz was part of the shields. Such strength would lend itself well to a fight. He was also naturally nice and protective. But the longer one watched him, the more they started to question if he'd really be up to any fight. His face is full of such childish wonder as they travel down the road it is hard to see him ever hurting anyone, even in defense.
Hanz nods a few more times than necessary as confirmation.
"Hi. I Hanz," he says waving at whoever Visruþ talks to.
Hanz was in awe of his horse. It was huge. Bigger than any other horse in the stable. And it actually fit him quite well. He grinned ear to ear and he didn't think he'd ever stop while on his mighty steed.
Hanz looks around as things go quiet, a piece of bacon pauses half way to his mouth. "I Hanz. I hit things good. Um. Also not go hungry in wild. Also throw rocks real good." He places the piece of bacon against his chin as he thinks for a long moment, then nods, "Yep."
Hanz looked back and forth between the speakers, smiled when his name came up, but mostly just sat and ate. Someone smarter would likely tell him to do. So far he figured he needed to beat up bandits trying to steal pants and short-making machines.
Hanz didn't know what he was passed but he tried it anyway. He thought it was food and began to chew. That was a bad idea. It was awful and he spit into his hand immediately. "Blegh." He carefully wiped it off with a handkerchief and vowed to burn it later. He had no questions himself and just listened.
Bacon and a big kitty? Kelisa was swiftly becoming Hanz's favoritest person, second only to Paw. He loaded up a plate with more than just bacon though, Paw said he needed more than meat though. Like a house needed stone, wood, and mortar, his body needed, bread, meat, vegetables, and fruit. He called it a balanced diet but Hanz didn't know what that meant. He just grab a bunch of stuff and hoped it was enough. He was still big and strong so he must be doing something right. He gives a rumbling "Hello," to each new person that wandered over to join the team. Inil, a red man with horns, Maxim, the rhymy little person. That still left two more if his finger math was right. Hanz gathers up several plates of food, even carrying some in his mouth, to go join StoneShield in the armory. He wasn't really hungry anymore but the others might want some.
Hanz's bed creaked ominously as he rolled over to get out but did not break. That was good. Far too much of his stipend from the Silver Shields went to repairing his accidents. The bed was cramped for someone his size but that was usual and not as uncomfortable as it used to be. He tended to curl up anyway. He walked into the main hall and looked curiously at the gathering formed around a bulletin board. He starred at the crowd for a moment and then at the board. His height meant he didn't need to jostle around to see it either. Which was good because his jostling might break a bone. He still had trouble with words, names especially, but his own was easy to pick out. "Black." he muttered. Team Black under StoneShield. He couldn't remember StoneShield, so he looked at the other names, slowly making his way through them. He learned a few names yesterday, but unfortunately, his memory for such knowledge was terrible. He starred blankly at the names until finally caving. He walked up to people asking if their names where one of the ones on the black team, taking extra care to get the name right and periodically looking back at the bulletin board to see if he was right. "Are you Kelisa or Maxim or Throg or Inil or Visrub?"
We're not putting everyone in this thread are we? I played a game where there was 10 people and it did not work out. This one has almost double that. Also this is the discussion thread. Where do we discuss out of character stuff now?
So when's selection?
Hanz didn't notice as Kelisa approached. Not until she was next too him. And for a moment he had the same look of concern as he had for the other pale members of the Silver Shields. But he lit up at the sight of her panther following.
And he tried his damnedest to get it to encourage it a few more feet into his lap or at least next to him. If it does, he gently stokes its head and back as he had seen other cats liked. A goofy grin spreads across his face. Distracted as he was, he still manages to be polite and offer conversation. "I have chair. At home. Made from, uh, paw calls it axe breaker. Strong wood. Can't have bows no more. I break those too. Paw said chair wood not good as bow wood though. Not flex, uh, flex-ble. Not bendy."
Either I forgot what mine was for last time or didn't receive one. Can I get a new one?
Uh.. Thanks. She looks down at the flowers and adds, a little more heartfelt, Where I'm from, not even the flowers have color. They're beautiful. Hanz smiles big and warm, happy that all seemed to well and Swen was not sad anymore. He gently sit back down in the wreckage of the broken chair. At Hanz' remark "My color wasn't taken, my kind looks like this. I am a child of the night so colors don't really belong to me. But thanks for your consideration." She says accepting the flowers more out of courtesy then anything. She turns to Swen as she also gets the flowers "I hope we can get to talk more, I've never met one like myself before I like to know more." she says believing that she is a fellow dhampire. Hanz stares at her uncomprehendingly. Obviously he didn't understand something she had said but he refrained from saying anything. But he says nothing and just smiles. Kelisa Rakil descends into the madness that was the Silver Chalice this night. She had met the small paladin, Mister Binderbook, at a time when she was not old enough to leave her jungle home. However, flanked by her trusted panther companion, after what seemed like many years she traveled to met with the man who showed her that not all outsiders wished to kill you. She was tall for a drow, but was not unpleasant to look at. Dressed as any typical native Mwangi, she had on leather vestments, and a very clear holy symbol of Shelyn, one given to her by Binderbook. She watched quietly, observing everyone, having not mastered common well enough to join in all the jokes. The panther stayed near her side, and after a few words in elven to the barmaid, settled in with a nice cup of juice. Hanz looked up as the drow entered and was seriously considering telling Mr. Binderbook about all the people missing color. Something out there must be stealing it. But they didn't seem to mind it. Which was odd. Why wouldn't they be concerned about their...Big Kitty. Hanz eyes light up as he spies the large hunting cat. Color-thieves could wait. That was one big kitty. As big as a person. One so big he might not have to be as careful. Every cat he met he had to be overly cautious with. He'd never forget the time he wasn't. He cried for three days. But he stayed seated. Alinna looked ready to say something and it was probably important. Petting the big kitty could wait.
"So Hanz do you bring any special talents to the Shields? I suspect you have some real talent to be joining us here tonight." Nicenzia asks smiling in an attempt to make him forget he broke the chair. Hanz looks over at Nicenzia and does a double take. He then looks at Swen then back to Nicenzia. He does this several times before finally figuring it out. "Is someone stealing color?" Sort of. He thinks for a moment on the question with his tongue sticking out slightly. He shakes his head. "Hanz not so good at stuff. Like horses but can't ride yet. Might hurt. Good in forest too. Never get lost. Know good berry from bad. Hmmm. Also strong." He smiles thinking that is a good approximation of his abilities.
Despite his mental handicap, Hanz must have had empathy on par with his strength. He sees the change in Swen and immediately looks panicked. He fidgets as he tries to think of how to make things better. He shifts to bring his pack around front and goes through it, sifting things around. He doesn't seem to find whatever he's looking for so he gives Swen a placating gesture. "Wait please." He gets up and daintily navigates back towards the door and out (barely missing his head on the frame). A few minutes later, he comes back, his hands full of flowers (and some weeds). Purple, white, yellow, all kinds of colors. He splits the bundle and hands one to Swen looking nervous. "Here color." He gives the other bundle to Nicenzia looking just as unsure. "Color."
In a move very unlike herself, Swen stands and moves toward the giant on the floor. Can I get you a new chair, or are you comfortable on the floor? Hanz recoils slightly at the sight of Swen. It seems to mostly be from fear but also, something else. Concern? "Where'd you color go?" he asks, commenting on her black and white attire, and pale complexion. Definitely concern. After taking a moment to think he responds to her questions. "Uh, chair break," he says holding up a piece. "Floor sturdy. Can you make special chair? Paw make special chair. It really comfy. But can't carry it all over. He said, uh, save strength for real fights. So no comfy chair."
"Um...am smol giant," Hanz says, holding his index and thumb only a few inches apart. "Don't like paging. But Paw say if I do, do paging all over bad men. Silver Shields not bad. Silver uh," he pauses trying to remember the name of the establishment. The last part slips his mind but he remembers seeing a cup on the sign. "Silver Cup not bad. So no paging here either."
Hanz looks towards the tough but sees nothing. It takes him a little longer than most to finally look down and see the gnome by his side. He is forced to lift an arm to see her. "Am fine. I Hanz. Cause I gots big Handz," he says smiling and holding his enormous hands up to show. "Yer hair pretty. Like Lavey flowers." His eyes grow wide as a thought enters his head. "Does it smell like Lavey flowers?"
The floor rumbles as something very large approaches the door. It opens to reveal a massive man taking up the entire frame. And tall enough you can't see his face. He pauses for a moment, then ducks to entire, taking almost a comical amount of care to enter without breaking anything. Once fully in he still comes close to smacking his head on a ceiling beam. He is not pretty with his slightly thicker forehead, bushy eyebrows and off kilter jaw. It is also apparent he is not that bright as it takes him several moments to find Alinna (she is forced to wave him over). "Hello Ali," he says a little louder than necessary. His voice is a deep base that you can almost feel in your bones and his smile is full of square, blokish teeth. Surprisingly straight though. At least he's friendly. He makes his way over with the same comical care he took to get in. He manages to make his way over without too many mishaps and finds an open seat. He pulls it back and flops down. It holds for about a second before there is a loud snap and Hanz ends up on the floor. He hurridly gets up and surveys the damage. "Oh no. Hanz did bad," he mumbles as he tries to put the broken pieces back together. He almost gets something resembling a chair before it falls apart again. He looks sadly at the pieces. Giving up, he scoots into the spot the chair was and sets on the floor. He looks over at Ali, embarrassed, "Sorry, I's broke ano'der."
Here's Hanz scaled back to level 1.
Its been far too long since some one posted. I assume this game is no longer continuing. I am going to remove it from my campaign tab. PM me if something changes.
Hanz had taken a few large steps towards the crops but stops at the word dinner. He had intended to look at the crops to see if they might be red or had little horns. He was still stuck on devil crops. He turns and says, "I like dinner," matter of factually. Everything else good wait until after.
Hanz always appreciates a compliment and smiles wide. "Paw taught me a lot a ways. I like to learn more." At the sight of Denwith's farm, Hanz stops for a moment. He starred out at the rows of corn and peach trees like one would a grand and ancient structure. "That's a nice farm."
Going on vacation until Sunday. Pretty sure I will only have my phone to post. DMPC as needed.
After a fruitless search for tracks from the giant, Hanz decides he can put his strength to better use. His pack included a shovel actually sized to his build and he started moving vast quantities of earth with rapidly. He then tosses the bodies of the Tyrg into the hole and begins to cover them.
Though timid by nature, Hanz seems immune to the smell and the dirty deeds that follow. Davco points out the disease's similarity to mummy rot and the flow of the infection. So Hanz opens one Tryg's mouth and sees more evidence of infection. He then takes a pocket knife, which looks like a butter knife in his hand, and deftly opens the beast's stomach. More infection and a small blue gem are revealed. Hanz grabs the gem and holds it close, starring for a long time at it but not recognizing it. He puts it down and concludes with "Ate something bad. Really bad."
Lookin at Hanz she nodded. "You did good Hanz. Strength used in the right way protecting these people." Hanz breaths a sigh of relief. He looks around starts to get a picture of what happened. He wasn't always aware of what he was doing when he got mad. His father told him always did right but he still got nervous about it. It was hard to control. Protective instinct, his father said. Thank you for your aide, you didnt have to go and put yourselves in danger, and they will remember you for it. Tempers were probably still a bit too riled up for them to see. We are almost there. "Paw always says our purpose in life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them," he says as if reciting something he'd heard many times. As he does, he pokes one of the Krenshar with his big stick. "They look sick," he comments, looking at the gross sacks. Many had popped on impact and a foul odor emanated from the corpse.
Hanz comes down from his anger high, huffing slightly from the exertion. He looks around and immediately becomes timid. He leans down to the closets party member and asks, "I do good or bad." He saw that the farmers were wounded and that was enough to make him worry.
"Rah!" Hanz yells intelligently. He closes in on the nearest Tyrg and, with surprising accuracy in his angry state, sends the beast flying without hitting anyone else.
Oh right. Stupid avatar picture.
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