Well I totally lost all my passion for playing this character and since he was sphere passion it was definately time to draw him to
a close. Griimbling was first made with the intentions of becoming
a Baron of Entropy right about the time before they were disbanded.
However when he befriended a bluebird he sought out the grove to
show his own since of love for nature. I remained with the ideal
that the wilds were the epitomy of all that is chaotic in nature.
Griimbling was also a bit of shadow of my old druid Dharum and also
became rather ironic when I became the Protector of Turkeys, for
when I was Dharum it was always CHOMP!! CHOMP!!...Then it now became
Gobble!! Gobble!! This was my first leader besides being a Lieutenant and I learned alot and also bittered me quite a bit in Griimbling's latter years. Most of my inductions as many of you might of noticed
were short and sweet, because I didnt expect "Joe Druid" coming to
me with book-like answers and the majority of the time if they didn't
know the answer I would help them along with it. Don't know if I did
all that well as Captain like those before me, but it was a blast to
say the least. After all that time licking the turkey drumstick I got
leader weapon in its image, never got an added power and that sort of
made me think I wasn't doing to well. Griimbling faced a hell of alot of adversity for long time and never till then end cared about dying as long as I had my turkey drumstick I was fine. However towards the
end there I really didnt even bother that much with regearing. When I
heroed I sort of had the intentions to IMM, but I came doubtful it would ever come to pass. I think I became a bit of doomsayer in that matter and thought of the worst cause I don't to fail in alot of things. You Immortals do a hell of job on a many of things and I commend you on bringing us a way of entertainment away from the banter of reality.

Goodbyes...
Immortals-
Arvam: Thank you so much for the empowerment and tattoo and our interactions it was quite funny. Especially when I tried to get
you to eat those "creamies"...

Saldradien: A great Imm and a blast to talk and liston to. Thank
you with your patience with me and granting me leadership over the
grove and every opportunity you gave me to have fun. You definately
are the heart and soul of the Grove.

Intronan: Thanks for not slaying me all those times I passed through
your shrine gathering herbs. I tried to pay hommage each time by feeding the little raven, and I guess he became a bit of a friend when
he would show up when i was without my turkey drumstick and drop it in
my hands.

Amaranthe: Glad to see you back wish I could of interacted with you a bit more, but you missed a majority of Griimbling's life and growing..

Thrak: Bah!! You and those damned Undead Orcs..

Straklaw and Karakan: You two were fun to battle with...

Mortals-

Sylvans: What can I say I loved you all save for a handful of bad apples in the bunch. A good majority of you have either gone into
hiding or don't show up anymore and sort of became frustrating to
fill in the pieces when we had a good deal of heroes for awhile.

Starkad: You were great to have around and travel with. And a good
priest to the Storms..
Cardiel: Always fun to be around..Was fun that time when we went
after the Rod of Conquest in Dream Land.
Arduarn: Your a beast with those axes, but start showing up a bit.
Eclinsan: Your Perserverance and like myself giving no quarter to the adversities we faced was quite commendable.
Dacheal: Your doing great..Keep up the good Work..
Blachmianan: The best damned Interrogating Healer I have ever met...
Brahaid-Gabeidi: Brahaid was my best friend in my younger years and
Gabeidi was blast to be around as well..Keep up the good work on what your doing now and it will pay off Im sure of that.
Mhreia-Zaelfar-Gillasn: Where the hell did you three go?
Others that stand out in my mind..Berdiff, Grumby, Farbuil, Sandoria, Selequey, Gevanter..All enjoyable...
Gyois-Up yours buddy....

Battle-
Dalayr, Rhomelanthos, Gre, Broxx, Alarin, Grogim..All of you were great...

Scion-
Jhaelryna, Darian, Sakard and a few others it was fun...

Warlocks-
Jhard, Crimthann, Kalindar, Sao, and the rest of you it was fun opposing you.

Tribunal-
The only one I respected even the least was Jesrelres..The rest of you
were either loud mouths or opportunists..

Fortress and goodies-
Lruthlor, Tarnyxil, Yaofhil, Sabiene, Ulvhamn, Ulthur and the rest of you were enjoyable.

Empire-
Thornarcrull and the others..Ill just keep my thoughts to myself because I care care not for any flame wars to began..

Others that come to mind though I probably missing alot...

Bhagavan, Nurwon, Malinrin, Itrasin, Gastaad, Jhalstruvv, Moligant, Purlota, Hvetlin, Narissa, Aneriasha...All of you were fun to interact with...

Thanks also to Oddjob for all his advice and help with the druid class...
Its late and if Im missing anyone feel free to post and Ill respond.
Especially Immortals who might have took notice and would care to critique the good and the bad of Griimbling..

PS. A very fond farewell to my little Bluebird and my turkey friend Gobbles..Ill miss you both...Its time for Griimbling to take a long and overdue bath...

My Description and Role that will explain a bit and how and why he acted certain ways....

Your description is:
Before you floats a massive cloud giant, his very presense towering
well over 9ft in height. He has a thick hide almost similar to that
of a pachyderms. His body is a bulky mass of muscles that bulge out
to the point that he appears to have no neck to speak of. His anvil
like head is flattened and void of any sign of hair. Long arms form
out from his wide shoulders dragging along the ground below kicking
up dirt and debris. His hands bare knife-like yellow claws that are
quite unusual for his race. A wide jaw with a massive underbite and
fixed in a grin, seems accustomed to gnawing on some poor sods arm.
His tiny squib ears seem squashed back towards the back of his head
as they constantly wiggle with delight. His large bright green eyes
practically shine with intelligence and craft,continuously scanning
his surroundings with a look of curiosity and whole hearted passion.

<386hp 374m 736mv waxing wilderness outdoor 11 PM> role
Your role is:
Added Mon Dec 9 01:17:58 2002 at level 11:
Griimbling is and odd sort amongst his race, as he comes from a tribe of cloud
giants that have forsaken the major populaces of Thera and chosen to live a
live of seclusion deep within the jungles of the Ysigrath. His tribe lived daily
life amongst the wonders of the wilds and embracing its beauty and even more
its horrors. For his people were the gardners of all that is chaotic in nature. His
people tendered the wild vines that twist and turned within the jungles. They
made it their mission to kick up the earth and expand the streambeds so their
raging waters would grow and engulf what lie ahead. They saw duty in pulling
the young saplings of the mighty oaks out from under their parents shadow
and bring life a new to desolate regions. For centuries they have worked to
optimize and evaluate the variety and vitality of their woodlands, and do so
without the bother of the outside world. This is where the story of Griimbling
begans, as he shared all the values of his people, yet longed to experience the
wonders that remained hidden from him up to this point in his life. His tribes
elders taught that the outsiders of the jungle were in fact demons and woe to
those that leave the sanctuary of their people. However Griimbling wished to see
these demons himself and his constant curiousity kept him up many a moonlit
night peering above the starlit treetops dreaming of the wonders that may lye
beyond. So one day Griimbling gathered up some fruits and water and some
personal belongings and started along his journey. making his way through
the village various members of his tribe yelled out in their native tongue in a



demeaning manner, "Griimbling-berk!!! Where go you!! Griimbling-berk is
fool think he make way to demon lands!!!" But Griimbling was so lost and
focused in his endeavors he heard not a single word and kept moving along
in a constant stride grinning from ear to ear. Creeping up the edge of the jungle
he pushed past through thickets thick as fog and came out upon a sandy beach.
There before his eyes was vast ocean of raging waters, as storm brew above
bringing forth flashes of lightning upon the waters waves. Looking out upon
the horizon he saw a grand city past a dense weald and could only wonder
what it could be. With a leap of enthusiasm he bound forth and road aloft the
winds of the storm to the marvelous sight ahead, his passion boundless to
the new world that was just in his reach.

Everything is completely new to Griimbling, just as if he was a babe straight out
from his mothers womb. Witnessing and taking all in from surrounding events
and happenings will lay a new path for Griimbling just as a child learns from the
start. He still retains a oness with the chaos that is nature and the wonders it
holds, but is eager to learn of the outside world and all it has to offer. This tends
to become confusing at times with those that share his company for he learns
from each encounter that he has and takes a little in each time. Once he was
traveling along the countryside and happened upon an orc gnawing on and
elves arm and took it upon his self to waylay the next person he happened upon

and ripped his arm off and began chewing on it like it was a normal occurence.
His teachings that all denizons of the outlands were demons has him greeting
people as demons. He has picked up various words from the different races
patterns of speech and have jumbled them together in some unsual form of
dialect that can be confusing at times. His every action can lead one to believe
that his is borderline insane or completely dimwitted and out of the ordinary.
To this day he continues to grow and learn and even pass along in his own
way the wonders of the untamed wilds and keep a steady grin of all the wonders
that may lay ahead of him....

Added Fri Jan 3 08:05:44 2003 at level 30:
Griimbling's learning continues, as he has reached the plateau of
discerning the ills that plague the wilds and its pain has reached
deep into his heart. Over the years he has witnessed willful and
utter defilement of various forested regions of this new found
land of his. Remembering his bondage of his former life, secluded
deep within the Ysigrath, the one constant of that former life was
to protect and to nurture the "untamed ways" of the wilds. He has
traveled with with the orc and drow in his younger years to learn
of there ways, and what has been learned has left nothing but and
utter sourness upon his tongue. Constant attacks by these same
demons upon his person is attack on the "untamed wilds' themselves


in his eyes and deserves no quarter in retaliation for this vile
atroscity. Griimbling sees the wilds as his own playground in his
childlike eyes and so many have disturbed his playing so to speak.
So now he must draw upon his passion and feed his hunger upon those
that would invade his right to frolic and play.

Added Wed Mar 12 14:06:42 2003 at level 51:
Griimbling continues to stand strong against the plights that
plague the wilds and continues to learn a plenty of his place
among the trees. He has been granted the task of leading the
wolves of the grove to the eutopia they so long to seek and
teach younger cubs the beauties and horrors of the wilds. He
stands firm in his war against the Tower of Warlocks those of
the Tribunal of the Spire, and will not waiver in his thoughts
and convictions that they are too deeply part of the poisons
that bring cries to the nature. As priest to the Lord Arvam he
holds true to his passions and even his overindulging, as he
has become quite fond of his creamies and other sustenance that
he so wishes to devour. Doing so he has become quite obese over
the years, and at times takes the brunt of many a joke over it.
However his childlike intellect suggests he sees it as a sort
of companionship amongst the wolves and dismissed it lightly.
His stench and filth is an entirely different story to say the
least, as he has become a bit afraid of the waters and has not
bathed in many moons. He has become a haven for an odd sort of
lice, fleas, tick, and everything imaginable. He refers to them
as his "Creepy'en Crawler'uns", and though they bring him a bit
of agitation, he puts up with them granting them a home. He has
become constantly sick with the common cold because of his very
unclean habits, his nose constantly red and running with snot.

*Various things asked...Many things answered...*
His greeting to his friends has posed many questions from various
sorts, the only plain answer would be a confusion of meaning on
his part. When he was young in his village he was always called
the name Griimbling-berk by the villagers. Young Griimbling asked
his parents the meaning of the term, but to not hurt the feelings
of their child they told the meaning of "berk" to be friend. Yet
its real meaning unknown to him even to this day, however means
"Village Idiot".

Two little ones the wilds he holds bountiful friendship with is
a beady bluebird, he likes to call Mischief. Seemingly always
popping up out of nowhere and pecking at his head, He loves his
little friend, as he gives him a rich source of creamies. These
creamies however, would turn the stomach of less hearty indivdiual
as the creamies are in fact bird droppings of his friend. But no
matter how many times he is told by others, he cannot comprehend
that its not food. The little bluebird has been known to retrieve
Griimbling's turkey drumstick on occasion when it is being lost.

His second little friend is turkey he named "Gobbles", as he made
friends with this turkey when he saved his family from butchers
that were slaying them upon Western Darian roads. Griimbling became
known as, The Protector of the Turkey Nations. He continues to this
day to keep and everwatchful eye over his turkey friends safety.

Lastly but not least is his turkey drumstick, as it has posed a many
a question amongst his friends of its meaning. He sees it as symbol
of the horrors of nature kind, what can happen if his passion falls
lost. Yet his passion still tells him that with loving care, perhaps
just perhaps he can bring the fallen turkey back with new life and
vigor. His constant licking is sort of caressing, yet over the years
the turkey drum has become nearly hard as rock and quite so can be a
most formidable weapon if he so chooses.

Griimbling has taken on the name, given to him by his wild-eyed
friend Gillasn, Griimbling The Huge. Most likely due to the fact
that Gillasn constantly teases him over his large girth, but as
always Griimbling sees the teasing as form of friendship, and so
he continues to go by such name.