Krump twitches idly, the orc felt like he'd been standing here tensed for a brawl for weeks already. A stiff breeze would be enough to merit an explosion of violence at this point.
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Krump's attention whips forward as he faintly hears the sounds from ahead, headtilting curiously with his Blunt Instrument (TM) hanging at his side. Smelling a fight brewing he stretches his neck to either side, cracking it as he loosens up for the impending brawl.
Krump has no qualms about being the front of the march, waving about his glowing toy idly and pausing at intersections for directions from those more.. intellectual behind him. He may not be paying much attention but his Blunt Instrument was in hand and he was all too ready to slam it into something.
I dunno. T.T I'm itchin to smash something. o.o
So far this character seems amusing.. I just hope I don't end up feeling like a chore or a nuisance to you guys. ^_^;
Krump is too busy flailing about with his glowing toy to notice the distribution of potions behind him, oblivious to them. Probably for the best, really.
Krump's head darts towards Ignatio as his name is called, blinking dumbly with the aftermath of his curiosity still dangling in his maw. The orc doesn't quite catch the sentence, but the urgency of his voice and the gesture are enough to get Krump to follow the others down into the sewers. The orc watches curiously as Ignatio touches his Blunt Instrument (TM), eyes narrowing with discomfort at the sudden glow but watching curiously nontheless as he waves it about (perhaps a little recklessly).
Krump watches the reactions of the others curiously, deciding to drop the heavy object he had acquired before collecting his Blunt Instrument (TM) from the wall as he follows the others into the kitchen, where he is undoubtedly distracted by the smells (and if given even the slightest opportunity the tastes) of food while Morosino clambers down into the sewers.
Krump looks up from behind the bar as the boy is hauled inside, shortly afterward a loud voice booming from outside the building. He looks around at the others then back towards the front door. The orc was dumb as nails, but he could pick up on tension easily enough and could smell a fight brewin with the best of 'em. Glancing towards the bard first for any indication otherwise, the orc grabs the nearest heavy object and lurches towards the door with it raised above his head.
Krump, seemingly satisfied, is almost immediately distracted by the bar. It would come as no surprise that conversations didn't hold his attention for long. Clambering behind the bar, the orc sets about idly rummaging about. Sniffing anything that looked even remotely edible and inspecting anything shiny his meaty hands stumbled across.
Krumps gaze lifts from his snack as Janiven enters and begins to address the party, looking around with an almost curious expression before looking back towards the woman. He rises to his feet, approaching without hesitation to investigate the apparently important person in his less-than-graceful manner. If she rudely/aggressively fends him off:
The orc glares and twitches with barely restrained fury, eventually returning to his seat.. but not before utterly destroying another table. If she politely fends him off:
The orc frowns and looks over his shoulder at the others before sharply exhaling through his nose in what almost comes off as a sigh, then returns to where he sat before. If allowed to approach: The orc gets uncomfortably close to inspect her, mostly sniffing and picking at her hair and clothing almost as if a curious child or monkey. Upon recognizing the ritual of 'introductions' he pauses his inspection to put a massive hand to his chest and proudly declare. "Krump!" His toothy grin is wide, the orc quite pleased with himself for recently learning to say his name. Introductions finished, he returns to inspection as her speech is lost on him.
Yay! :D I'm trying to think of a reasoning behind Krumps loathing of tables. Then again.. it's not like he'd tell anyone anyway, so I suppose it'll be a mystery anyway. ^_^ I'm really looking forward to seeing how all this pans out. :3
(+2 Circumstance bonus for having the bone in his hand) Krump is completely oblivious to the bone fragment in his left hand vanishing while he sucked the marrow from the one in his right. Raising his gaze to investigate the crunch, he seems curious at the mysterious figure possessing such a familiar bone. It would take him a month of investigation to do the math. He returns to savoring the marrow, a giant meaty hand giving his rat a surprisingly gentle scritch.
Krump's nostrils flare as the innkeeper returns, attention immediately turning his way. Arm whips out to abruptly snatch the leg out of midair, tearing into it viciously and without hesitation. With the world record cleaning of the bone, one might suspect the orc hadn't seen food in a month. He snaps the bone in half as if it were a twig, proceeding to suck the marrow from each end of the bone.
Speaking of being offered meat.. Krump doesn't have language, but I think it's fairly reasonable for him to understand a few keywords. Meat for example. Krump's head raises from his rat to look towards Ignatio at the mention of meat. Unfortunately, his gaze unexpected crosses the nearby table. In an explosion of movement the orc charges the unsuspecting furniture and flips it with a vengeance unknown. The table smashes into a wall, exploding into wood and splinters as the orc grits his teeth in irritation and resumes his seat.
Krump smash?
Krump sits quietly nearby on the floor, leaning against the wall. He seems completely enveloped in the act of admiring his rat, oblivious to the others talking or the ghastly stares of uninvolved patrons.
Sounds good, Cymbeline. :3 Ah, thanks Dingo. I've also been using bookmarks. And refreshing them relentlessly. o.o; lol
Mutter mutter mutter. I'm tempted to RP a bit with Krump as well, but we've yet to figure out exactly how you guys have managed to coax him into being cooperative. XD The best solution that comes to mind would be for him to have some sort of connection with one of the other PCs. Something like payment in food would be too complicated for him. Also, pardon my ignorance, but what's this 'dotting' malarky I keep hearing about? o.O
I can't seem to post in the Discussion thread. :(
Fair enough, good to know. ^_^ I can't wait for the big announcement. :3
Thanks for the tip. I'm a little surprised by the RP suggestion though, I would've thought it frowned on if anything. o.O
Oh dear lord. I found the perfect rage power. o.o Body Bludgeon. You walk into a tavern, which of course is in the throes of a barfight. A particularly upset looking 7ft tall mountain of muscles has a halfling by the ankles and is using him as a club. How do you even react to that situation?
I find I'm too much of a perfectionist to GM. It would take me forever to homebrew a campaign I was satisfied with, lol. I have tried GMing in the past though, with hilarious results. My players were.. uncooperative. XD
For the first few campaigns I've applied to, but after not getting into the one I was really hoping for it occurred to me that disappointment hurts. :< In future I probably won't bother until I'm asked or I get the thumbs-up. I have to admit I'm tempted to apply for another half-dozen campaigns. I'm apparently have way too much time on my hands at the moment, lol.
Of course Krump sees a difference in prey with two legs and prey with four legs. Four legs makes them harder to catch... Duh! :P Touche. More legs to eat too. Legs are the best, they come with built-in handles. XP
Perhaps normally, but Krump is feral. He's literally without language. Some brave soul would have to sit down and try to teach him. Probably keep him fed at the same time. Meat is meat, and he doesn't really see a difference in prey on two legs or four. >_>;
A purple feather boa on Krump. I can only imagine it would part of a clever ruse to lure a pervy villain into grappling range. XD I'm starting to feel popular, lol. I get the feeling if Krump DOES get in, he's going to be looked at as the comic relief. o.o I'm tempted to make some appropriate response from Krump, Hulk-style, but Krump is too stupid to understand language. >_>;
Hooray! ... Did I win? o.o
I wonder who's gunna get in. :3 I hope I get in, the other recruitment pitch I've been waiting on for the past week didn't make the cut. T.T That's what I get for trying to pitch a character who wasn't a spellcaster. >_>
"Krump put down the Cart please... There is a family of three sitting in it. I know I know... He shot at you. But no killing civilians, please? See sir, you shouldn't shoot at him... It just makes him angry!"
I'm actually determined to hit somebody using a horse. o.O Probably as an improvised weapon. How do you even react to that? Oh. That one just smacked Cletus with a horse. Uh. Lets go home. >_>;
Well that makes things interesting, doesn't it? I wonder how well a moron will fare in a world of firearms? :P I may have to take 'throw anything'. That way if somebody pulls a gun I can throw a table at them. >:D That'll teach 'em.
There we are, off to a decent start here. Everything needed should be on the alias profile or the character sheet referenced therein. .. Also.. Gods have mercy on the poor bastard who dares lay a hand on his rat. o.o |