Class: Strongman Tank
Name: Gromble
Race: Human
Health: 70/70
Attack power: 5 (6)
Speed: 4
Defense: 0 (2)
Intellect: 4
Combat Style: Defensive
Inventory:
-Blunt stick + 1 ATK (e)
-Elven Battle Armor + 2 DEF (e)
Skills: Attack, Parry
BIO: He was banished here, to these dark wilds, for crimes that he can't even remember. The petty baron who ruled his town wanted to sell him as an expensive slave, but a rebellion in the capital city of Kanthaa toppled his rule. Without a ruler, a mob of people decided to bring Grom here, to live forever among creatures of the night. They hated him for what he did, but it wasn't something he could stop...'
Appearance: Quite a large man, not necessarily fat, but certainly a bit bulbous. He is bald all about the head, save for the thick curly mustache that rests upon his upper-lip. Aside from this, he appears most-often with a smile on the face.
Personality: Extroverted and boisterous, Gromble makes sure at every opportunity to let out a bellowous laugh, 'Even in dark times we can still find hilarity, no?' Aside from that, the large man is warm and inviting, don't let his stature fool you, he's a gentle sort.
Allies: Fu Qyu, the Tiny. Das Hund.
Acquaintances: None!
Enemies: None!
Companions:
Class: Facebiter
Name: Hund
Race: Doggo
Health: 15/15
Attack power: 3
Speed: 5
Defense: 0
Intellect: 2
Combat style: Balanced
Inventory:
-Bork x2
-Arf
Skills: Attack
You have better luck starting a fire. If you had tinder, this would take much less time, but you make do with what you possess. After laboring over a pile of dry logs for a while. As the sun sets, you think you hear the sounds of combat in the distance, but you can't be sure. You go to sleep, and das Hund sleeps with you.
Fu Qyu makes his way back to the old campsite. Sure enough, Gromble is sleeping there, as well as a small dog. he wakes Gromble, and the two of you converse.
"Ah, my friend! Come, please sit with me by the fire. This is Hund. He's a playful pup, but he will do you harm."
The dog licks Fu's face. He wipe of the slobber and scratch the dog behind the ear.
"Tonight will be a safe night, I believe." says Gromble, relieved by something. "So, you spoke of making something, yes?"
The lilliputian nods. Gromble looks at your supplies, intrigued.
"Quite interesting! I myself have a fine piece of armor, but you seem rather unfitted in that sense. Ah! I have an idea!"
Gromble takes the rock and starts scraping the leather he has, then lays it out in the grass.
"I can tan this leather in the sun! By midafternoon tomorrow, I shall have you fitted with a fine piece of armor."
Thanking Gromble, Fu returns to his camp.
Gromble the Terrifying and Fu Qyu the Small are now allies! They have the option to pool their resources, as well as
Teach each other skills!
Swap companions!
Murder each other in the ultimate betrayal!
Day 5, Turn 1 has started!
The morning light comes once more, washing its cleansing and protective rays yet again over the accursed land. And just as well, like clockwork, the large man jolts awake, taking in everything at once. The campsite, the Hund, the man himself. A sigh of relief again. Another night saved from horror.
Gromble strokes the pup nestled beside awake, before eventually finding the will to stand, and stand tall he had.
'Afterall, the early bird catches the worm, no?'Though, before setting out, Grom had a vague pondering of his situation.
It was true, there would be no society for which he found himself welcome, especially so in these lands. What was the point, the goal? No man would allow themselves to simply waste away within a dark wood for all time? No. A man takes his life into their hands, molds it and forges onward. Despite these harsh surroundings, it was the first time in a long time that he had such control of his destiny.
And thusly, Gromble, then and there made perhaps the grandest path changing decision of his life.
He would break the chains that bind him, there must be a way, some method. . . There must.
But first however, this was to be the large man's home, if only temporary. Still gracious was he for the little one's generosity, he could find a good friend in that tiny tot. After tending to the embers, Grom, with Hund beside,
would better aquatint himself with the nearby area about the campsite. As well as foraging for anything that might prove useful in beefing it up.
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Topic: Survival of the Meanest (Read 37659 times)