Aye, that is rather unfortunate. I cannot help but to express my disappointment, but I can definitely sympathize with what you are going through. No hard feeling. :)
Best of luck to you.
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Still alive and around. GM seems to have blanked out completely, so he might have just ran into some unexpected trouble (i.e. internet connection gone, flying into the Bermuda Triangle). It has been over a week though, so I guess we'll wait and see.
With the long journey to Ravengro coming to a close, a throaty sound leaves Raggimung's mouth, somehow resembling a sigh. The creature loosens one of the leather straps holding his sword in place, allowing the heavy weapon to slide down. Gravity drives its tip into the ground, taking the load of the ogrekin's shoulders. He stretches out the smaller of his two arms, rolling it around. Wielding the massive sword was easy enough, but carrying it around was a real pain. "End of the road," Raggimung grunts, as something in his joint pops.
Patience is a virtue. :)
"The name is Raggimung. Some o' my kin used to call me Heavyarm. I suppose the usual thing is to jus' stick the two names together." The ogrekin's words are slow and deliberate, but are surprisingly well spoken for one of his kind. He looks to the girl with puzzlement, cocking his head slightly. A man, a talking badger, and now a little girl. What's up with these folk?
The revelation that both the man and badger seemed to know the Professor comes as quite a surprise to Raggimung, who falls silent as the others continue to converse. The ogrekin himself had only met him once, all those years ago. He had never given any thought to Lorrimor's other acquaintances. From the looks of the badger, Raggimung wasn't the only odd one in the bunch. "Yeah, it's his funeral alright. Didn't know he was expectin' other guests though."
The ogrekin continues to lumber alongside the wagon, looking at Maelchar with a curious expression. It had been years since the last time anyone had bothered to try to engage him in conversation. After all, who in their right mind would talk to an ogre? Remembering his destination, the answer comes to him all too easily. That's right. I knew a guy just like that... "I gotta funeral to get to," he finally answers, seeing no reason to be secretive about it. He usually kept to himself, true enough, but it had always been more due to people's fear of him than of any deceit on his part. That is to say, he had no real sense of privacy. Raggimung was indeed wary of the strange fellow, but something about his nonchalant friendliness was almost nostalgic. "It's been a long, long, long road. But I'm almost there." The second voice however gives him pause. Raggimung glances about, almost doubting his own sense of hearing for a moment. What the...? I got voices in my head or somethin'? It is only after looking back to the wagon that he notices the furry creature waving at him. He was hardly the pointiest nail in the coffin, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that animals couldn't talk. Not without some black magics being involved. "Some trick," he grumbles, though whether it is to Maelchar, to the badger, or to himself is unclear.
So I wasn't jus hearin' things... His suspicions confirmed, Raggimung turns and continues to walk down the road once more. It would not be the first time some band of humans passed by him on his journey. Would they pick a fight like so many before them? The ogrekin did not care too much either way - if a problem presented itself, he would just remove it. It was that simple. As the sound of the approaching wagon grows louder and louder, it soon becomes apparent that it was not passing by him. Indeed, it was moving at his pace. At first he simply ignores it, maintaining his brisk pace. Surprisingly enough however, a man on the wagon speaks to him. Turning his head slowly, Raggimung peeks out from under his hood, looking to the cloaked man. Such niceties... did he have any idea who he was talking to? Perhaps he just had bad eyesight - wouldn't be the first blind human he has ever seen. After considering the man's intentions, the ogrekin finally answers, nodding his head steadily. "Yeah, Ravengro. That's where I'm headin'." All the while, he continues to walk. It was a long, long, long road after all, and stopping any more times would just delay him even more.
Farther down the road saunters a humanoid form, clad in the tattered remains of a brown travel cloak. From a distance it could easily be mistaken for an ordinary human being, but as that distance closes, several irregularities become apparent. Though hunched, the form is well over seven feet tall, far taller than the average human. Even stranger is the right arm, visible even beneath the cloak - the thick, heavily muscled appendage reaches the ground, its knuckles dragging along the road. However, the strangest feature is perhaps not one of the creature, but of the rather massive sword mounted on its back. It, too, drags along the ground as its owner continues to walk, his gait awkward yet steady. "This is a long, long, long road..." he mutters to himself for the umpteenth time since his departure from Varisia. The journey from the west had taken many long weeks, but the ogrekin had been relentless in choosing his path. He slept for only as long as needed, and ate only when something edible happened to cross his path. Of course there was some screaming, and fires, and even some pitchforks, but it was all nothing new. His memory tended to be fuzzy about those kinds of things. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately for some), he was quite good at remembering other things. After a few moments, the ogrekin stops moving for the first time in several hours. Raising its head ever so slightly, it just barely turns its head to look down the way it came. Huh. I could swear I jus' heard somethin'...
I'll more than likely post tonight when I get back from work. Keep up the good stuff.
I'll give it a bit more time. I like the interaction you've got going so far. :)
Whoops, I'd better post it on there. Thanks for reminding me. It's still in the recruitment thread.
Well, to be completely honest, almost the entirety of Raggimung's backstory is relevant to the Professor. Just in summary, the Professor and others in his caravan got kidnapped by ogres. Lorrimor treated Raggimung with genuine respect, convincing him to release the prisoners. That's... pretty much it. :P In other news, sorry I haven't gotten around to the gameplay thread yet.
Mahorfeus here. Thanks for the invite! |