Recent content by Gruki

'Y-yes, I do! One moment!' Cleansing and binding Saskia's hands with as much care as she could manage, the big she-orc shuffled on over to Hector. The young knight -she was still proud of him for that- looked more drained than injured, sapped of his energies by the magicks he had woven. To...

Nacht seemed distracted when Gruki found him. 'Yo!' She said by way of greeting, right hand held up in warm regard. The other clutched a circlet of flowers, woven to sit snugly upon the smaller squire's brow. 'I made you this,' she continued, 'as a gesture of... um, support!' She grinned...

'I... don't quite know myself, in all honesty.' Desperate times called for desperate measures, and Syr Hector's magicks were nothing if not potent. 'I just... didn't want to die,' she explained, brushing a loose lock of hair from her eyes. 'I really didn't want to die.' Shivering at the memory...

Virspoke... The Red One was small in stature but stout of heart. 'Brave of you,' smiled Gruki, 'pledging yourself to a cause that is sure to prove dangerous, if not deadly.' Many had already fallen, and yet still the butcher's bill continued to rise. Nodding, Gruki turned to Isander. 'I suppose...

'Some sort of spell, aye!' Gruki could feel the magicks being channelled within- could understand them, to a degree. But without being in the room, she wouldn't know for sure just what was happening until it happened, and by then it would be far too late for her to intervene. Not that she needed...

'Um, not particularly!' Gruki confessed, tucking her legs in a little tighter as Syr Aarno set to stretching one of his. Is that his bad knee? She pondered, face scrunching thoughtfully. Should I ask him? Fortunately, a voice drew her from her musings before she could come to a decision...

'I mean, of course I am!' Gruki started, Arbok's indicating finger making her flinch backwards. 'Aren't I?' Sinking into her seat, the half-orc put some thought into it as the festivities continued to spiral 'ever more out of control. Vis and Len were arguing over a ham, wine-wet fists curled...

The buzz of the crowd was not enough to distract Gruki from her work. Sitting well away from the viewing stands, in a spot not many would think to look, the half-orc continued humming to herself as she went about preparing colourful garlands for the participants and their lady loves to wear...

Gruki watched her brother stagger-step his way out of the knoll, unable to keep the worry from her face. Lou went with him. To show him her gift away from prying eyes, away from all the discourse and delirium. Roki was a brave boy, but she knew he felt the weight of his actions more keenly...

'How many townspeople have fallen victim to these... apparitions?' Gruki asked. 'So far? Nearly three dozen,' replied the elder, a man with a stooped back and lank beard that reached down to his knees. 'Many of our friends and neighbours have fled town. A number of them spoke of having suffered...

The creature gasped, jerking as Kaarle's blade found its way betwixt ribs. A bony limb nudged Gruki, made her retreat a step. Whatever power had flooded her before was now gone, replaced by a queasy feeling that bade her gorge to rise and her stomach to rumble. 'Is it-' She gagged, stumbled...

A body fell to be scooped up by the surf. Slipping a hand beneath Ser Belkian's arm, Gruki hauled him to his feet as the fishmen charged. Bulging eyes, shell-helms, weapons of bone and rusted iron. Monsters. Gruki hated them, hated how they looked- how they made her feel. Fear and adrenaline...

The town of Rustwood looked like a corpse from far away. Rotting timbers. Boarded windows. Crows adorning every rooftop and spire. The view wasn't much better up close. What happened here? Gruki thought to herself as they approached the town along the easternmost arterial. The road itself led...

Selene's words didn't exactly fill her with confidence but at least she was honest about it. Glancing around, Gruki found a place to lay her stone as the speech came to an end. She had spent ages perfecting the little rune carved into it, and yet the more she looked, the more the imperfections...

The Chrysanthemum clan gathered, bringing tea and well-wishes. Even Syr Aarno was caught up in the magic of the evening, which was nice. 'Dunhold,' she explained, smiling the accusation away. 'I... um, requisitioned a few bunches from Her Lordship's personal stores. M-meaning I asked her for...