Role

Chapter 6

It was a hot and humid day in Voralian City, the kind of day Gloomp
just loved. On days like this day Gloomp could use his acute senses to find
the perfect combinations of rotting fruits, meats, and
vegetables. Few have time to appreciate Gloomp's attire, as when he
calls attention to himself it is usually in the midst of chopping a
'witch' in half with his large axes. At normal times such as this one
though, his hefty axes drag the ground leaving plowed markings of his
passing and he resembles a walking pile of garbage. Gloomp can often
be found 'foraging' the refuse bins of eateries, poking at chamber
pots from dwellings (he once found a gaudy faux diamond ring), and
watching blacksmith's at their forges hoping for stray scrap metals.
It can be noted that Gloomp's axes serve him far better as shovels in
garbage heaps than hacking into witches, though both are very
important skills to him.

Gloomp's speech patterns and intelligence have been called into
account several times by both his friends and enemies. Most attribute
it to him trying to 'fit in' to the others of the Village by dumbing
down his own words and intelligence. However, though Gloomp retains
the intelligence and wisdom of his race, it is focused more on things
relevant to his own beliefs and interests. Gloomps interests are ever
changing, and a more chaotic svirf hasn't surfaced onto Thera proper
in ages.

It should be no surprise to us then that Gloomp could have a
completely different view of each race of Thera. Case in point, orcs.
Gloomp's first encounter with an orc happened on this hot and humid
day in Voralian City we were previously discussing. He caught her
scent on the wind from two city blocks over, and immediately dropped
his collection of broken crockery in search of the source of this
heady bouquet. He began following her as she stomped her way through
the side alleys of the city. Hearing his axes scraping the ground
behind her, she immediately dropped into a crouch and gnashed her
teeth together turning to face the threat. She glared icily at her
surroundings, knowing she was being followed yet seeing nothing. She
continued to walk, and again she heard the dragging of metal steadily
following her. She began to trot, and a loud clanging and banging
finally gave away Gloomp's urban camoflauge to her. She stared down at
Gloomp, and he stared up dumbly, picking his nose. 'Yu smell gud,' he told
her. She reached down and snatched him up, growling at him. Looking around
herself, she snapped an iron collar around his neck which a chain dangled
from to a clasp on her warbelt. If you could see Gloomp's eyebrows beneath
the grease, blood, and smut on his forehead you would note the confusion on
Gloomp's face. But as it was, he just offered a 'Wut yu doin?' and shrugged
his shoulders as she put him down and began walking steadily along to the Orc
Village.