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 Tog, Son of Tog, who was begat by Tog, who was whelped by Tog, and so on for about forty generations Race = Troll Skills - Is like, real strong - heals super quick - weaponized odors a loud, wet popping sound is heard from the nearby bushes, and even the ground shakes a little roughly a minute later the sounds of someone that desperately needs a cpap machine can also heard. Also, it kinda smells like several diseased rabbits just died
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Tog looks a little sad. He'd been working up one of his patented AoE belch attacks to kill the swarm of bats, but his new companions killed them all before the various bits of roadkill floating in his stomach could truly do their work. All he can manage is a mournful-sounding squeaker, and he weakly waves at the group as he introduces himself. "Da bigwigs from Frigg send Tog to help wit da do-thing. Dey forgot to tell yous dat lotta black sky rats round here. Maybe Tog not shoulda stopped to eat dat dead raccoon earlier..." he mumbles, trailing off
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Oct 5, 2020 23:25
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"Maybe not good idea to live in talking box that can eat you" Tog says, while idly scratching his butt. "Maybe should just walk until we get to new town and buy new tents." "no offense to talking box" he says, hurriedly
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Oct 6, 2020 08:00
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Tog doesn't know what criminal contraband is, but he's afraid he might have some and thus be denied entry into the town. After slyly (not at all really, its p obvious) motioning to his companions to hold their noses, he clenches and unleashes a knockout gas fart on the guards
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Oct 6, 2020 16:40
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Tog huffs and disappears back into the woods. He fashions a fake moustache and eyeglasses from sticks, leaves, and mud, and heads back to the guard post. Projecting an aura of confidence/I'm totally not that last troll, he tries to enter the town again. 
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Oct 7, 2020 00:39
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Not-Tog shrugs like a cool, confident guy with nothing to worry about, and tries to ignore the bead of nervous sweat trailing down his back "Dey broken, me come to town to get new ones."
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Oct 7, 2020 01:43
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Tog leans in close towards the mimic and whispers. "Yous got any ideas? Tog try everyting short'a just popping der heads like grapes"
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Oct 7, 2020 07:04
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Tog takes several minutes to consider his options while staring blankly into space. Finally, he whispers back. Okay, we try da get inside you ting. Tog not like it, but unless Tog going to commit like tree counts of murder he not see any otha way."
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Oct 7, 2020 09:10
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Tog is confused, even more so that usual. But he's far too dumb to question why things have suddenly worked out in his favor, and after a brief brain aneurysm he stars sounding off a troll marching song as they walk down the street. (its mostly just fart noises made with his tongue)
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Oct 7, 2020 17:26
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"Can't eat coins," Tog says, as if he's sharing sage wisdom. "Sam is right, it good idea ta buy stuff to sell after sand walk." "Or maybe we just buy all da beer we can?" he says, hopefully.
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Oct 7, 2020 23:56
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Tog places his hand under the mouth of the mimic and coughs
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Oct 8, 2020 03:09
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The troll slaps down the copper on the counter, and hoists a keg up onto each shoulder with little effort. He looks around at the others. "We go now, or do more stuff?"
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Oct 8, 2020 04:51
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Tog takes the the opportunity to pass a significant amount of gas, he figures nobody will be able to smell it in a sandstorm. Clutching a large club, he takes cover under the mimic and waits for the random encounter to show itself
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Oct 8, 2020 22:41
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"Tog not sure he gotta nother onea does in da chamber, so Tog think we gotta go fast and get away from all dis sand. Tog goona try someting" The troll hops down off the wagon and unhooks the mule's straps. he then picks up a likely very confused mule and sets him on his old spot in the cart, before strapping himself into the wagon's harness. Tog reasons (if we want to call it that) that he's stronger than a mule and can run faster. "Prolly be bumpy but faster, hang on!"
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Oct 9, 2020 10:17
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As Tog thinks back to his time in passwalll, he realizes that over their short time travelling together he and the donkey began to form a special bond, that both their species shared an deep yet unconscious connection, perhaps inspired by popular media in another universe. He locks eyes with the scared donkey and sends forth feelings of calm and security, and tries to gently coax it back onto the cart. To everyone else it sounds like the troll is loudly and incessantly braying like a donkey. Tog's skills - Is like, real strong - heals super quick - weaponized odors - Donkeymancy
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Oct 9, 2020 22:33
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Tog stares blankly and burps
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Oct 10, 2020 04:16
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Tog tells the Mule a joke that has something to do with onions and swamps, it doesn't translate to people speak every well.
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Oct 10, 2020 13:43
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Assuming everyone is done with their trading, Tog heaves and starts the wagon rolling again.
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Oct 11, 2020 07:56
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"Tog think we take road dat shorter. Dat seem like best plan." Tog then attempts to stun and then catch a few of the vultures with a foul-smelling burp, his palate isn't exactly picky. After that, he'll kick some sand over the body and place a rock to mark the grave.
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Oct 12, 2020 01:09
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Togs nods sagely at the guard. "Tog is holy man of troll god. See holy donkey over dere? Everyone know dat Troll priests always come with donkey." He says matter-of-factly. "Tog come here on religious cultural exchange, so he not have to pay toll?" As he talks, Tog channels his Donkeymancy to make the mule seem more imposing and regal, he even glows a bit.
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Oct 12, 2020 11:40
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Tog is actually quite observant with regards to the Troll religion, and he pokes around to see if there's a shrine to BigKingTroll, god of all Trolls.
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Oct 13, 2020 03:29
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With the practiced motions of a religious man that's done this kind of ritual observance a thousand times, Tog performs the burp of reverence and the fart of humility, before leaving the customary offering of bones from his last meal. "Oh BigKingTroll, Tog say dat you da best, da biggest, and da strongest. Amen." With that done, Tog rejoins the group and follows them around as they conduct their business.
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Oct 13, 2020 09:18
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Tog is unusually quiet as he the group does their errands, religious epiphanies will do that to you. Its like that meme of the woman doing algebra inside his head, except Tog's thinking of all the ways he can be bigger and stronger. He's thinking that two kegs of beer sold in the next town should fetch him a pretty big club, at least.
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Oct 14, 2020 10:17
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"Tog think dat we take box that not talk and get money, den he goona sell all dis beer and buy biggest club, and holy symbol of BigKingTroll. After dat, I not have much else to do, so can find another job I guess." Tog's skills - Is like, real strong - heals super quick - weaponized odors - Donkeymancy - New, Paladin of BigKingTroll Tog's religious experience has awakened a zealous fervour in him. Whereas before he was merely observant, now he can actively channel the bigness and strongness of the Troll God!
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Oct 15, 2020 00:38
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Tog sits in rapt attention as the Head Paladin explains all the finer points of smashing gits and being big, and farts happily when he receives his new awesome club. He's so fuckin' stoked! He does not join a guild, because in a sense the Holy Order of Gitsmashers is one. "Yea, dat good plan. Tog got confused and though dat dis place to sell all da booze, but he forgot dat it not." He replies to Sam as they walk through the streets. "Tog got everyting he need aside from food for next trip once we get new job."
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Oct 15, 2020 09:10
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Stoner Sloth posted:>>Once Sam is fully signed up and hopefully trained with the Archaeologists - proving an eager student about all things ancient and mechanical at least, as well as seeing what technical writings they have for sale (ideally hydraulics and pneumatics if the mimic is lucky) as well as other potentially useful gear for their new found career, they rejoin Tog. Tog shrugs. "Dat seems good."
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Oct 15, 2020 16:04
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Tog nods. "Guess it time to sell beer then." After they sell their two kegs of the finest of mountain dews, Tog seeks out an armourer. He wants to buy some plate barding for his
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Oct 16, 2020 13:11
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Tog chooses the ability to GIRD HIS LOINS from Bugjagenhungotruzla. Being a Paladin is not just about smashing, its also about not getting smashed back. Tog thinks that the holy ability to no-sell hits would be the best choice. Once they arrive on the island, Tog sets to working doing what he does best, being a strong motherfucker. Between him, his noble steed, and Sam, they're able to carry tons of supplies very quickly. Once they're done, Tog mounts his noble steed and does a close range PATROLL (get it) of the area, looking for anything that might need an early smashing.
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Oct 17, 2020 04:47
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Tog kicks his mule into a gallop towards the scorpions, clutching Gitsmasher in two hands and bellowing troll nonsense along the way. He aims to get into the fray as quickly as possible, and call upon his holy power to smite these bugs!
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Oct 18, 2020 06:48
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Tog uses his weaponized odors and burps the cloud of challenge, its foul reeking odor seeks to drive the Scorpions into a frenzied madness directed at himself. After he does that, sets about them with his club, smashing every Scorpion he can that's within reach.
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Oct 19, 2020 07:09
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Tog narrows his eyes at the Scorpion. Things are supposed to die when he hits them, that's usually how it works. The fact that this insect has not had the good sense to admit that fact and lay down and die, is both an affront to Tog and his God. Tog kicks his plate-armored Mule into a gallop and does a wide loop, before coming around again to hit the Scorpion like a kid hitting a mailbox from a moving car
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Oct 19, 2020 18:16
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Tog is gettin' real mad at these bugs now! "DIE BUG!" He bellows as he whips his club back and forth at the Scorpion.
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Oct 20, 2020 18:25
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Tog eats his share of the Scorpion meat raw, he even goes for the nasty bits like the offal and gristle. He's trying to get his gut juices flowing again and save them up for a powerful explosion of gas when he needs it. He does however feed Murphy (his Mule and Paladin mount) some of the good cooked stuff. After helping set up the spiked logs with the others, Tog offers to take first watch, with Murphy taking second. "He pretty good at wake all us up if they come when we sleep." He nods. Hipster Occultist fucked around with this message at 13:59 on Oct 21, 2020 |
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Oct 21, 2020 09:13
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Tog is confident that if we split the party the GM will give both groups something to do, so he offers to escort the puny nerds while they do their dumb nerd poo poo after he eats some more uncooked scorpion and feeds Murphy. "You both gotta be together though, dat make it easier to watch you." He says to Olly and Tonje.
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Oct 21, 2020 19:09
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"Tog good with take first watch or patroll again.: He says to the others. "Tog can go faster with holy paladin mount" the camera cuts to a mule covered in ill-fitting plate, who then farts "Tog gotta say, he not see what big deal is bout dis place. Da bugs were big, but dats it." he shrugs
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Oct 22, 2020 13:33
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Tog awakens from his prayers (which mostly consists of him imagining himself beating on smaller things with his club) when he hears the sickening wet flop of the mutant sea life approach his helpless nerds. He rushes over to Murphy and mounts up, and as the mule charges towards the nearest fish he summons holy troll-god power (he farts on his club) and uses a 1/day paladin smite!
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Oct 22, 2020 18:26
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Tog places a green hand on Murphy's forehead and closes his own eyes, letting his mind detach from its corporeal shell and intermingle with the Equus beneath. Calling upon his own extensive knowledge of all donkeys and donkey-like creatures, he navigates the labyrinth of Murphy's mind until he reaches the speech centre of the Mule's brain. From there, he projects feelings of intense alarm and attempts to amplify the mule's natural braying into a deafening crescendo, hopefully waking all the dumb idiot baby nerd archaeologists so they can retreat from the battle line. With that done, he kicks Murphy into a gallop and charges to Sam's side, ready his club and belching a taunt at the weird creepy monsters attacking the Mimic. Hipster Occultist fucked around with this message at 01:45 on Oct 24, 2020 |
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Oct 24, 2020 01:05
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Tog grunts in response to Nalini's comment. "Maybe, but maybe other place worse, also Tog not really want to make spike wall again." He shrugs. "If other git go find better spot den Tog guess he can pack up wall, but Tog not want to go look for new place. Tog bad at forest stuff, more comfortable in swamps." As he says this, Tog remembers that one of his troll skills is that he Heals Real Fast, and hopes his flesh wounds start knitting back together soon.
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Oct 24, 2020 13:28
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Tog considers the corpses of the mutant fish for a little too long, before finally deciding that they're probably inedible for even someone like him. His iron stomach has its limits. After the area is secured, Tog circles the area on Murphy's back, looking for any enemies they may have missed. He returns to camp and begins to pray again, should he not find anything.
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Tog grunts and waves off the angry dragon-lady, in that sort of I'm half paying attention to you kinda way. He remains in prayer until something else happens
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Oct 28, 2020 03:36
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