Grit - The Martial Fighter

Possibly the dumbest warrior you'll ever love!

Meet Grit, the half-orc fighter! Not the brightest, but his heart is good. Has a soft spot for his little Goblin friend, Derp, who very recently and violently perished.

His voice is deep, and very simple in his speech, but he hits like a truck and smiles while doing it!

Quotes - "I'll kill anythin' once", "So... By no, you mean...Ya? Right?" ,"See these?" (Talking to Derp the Goblin, gesturing to horse dung) "Bravery Apples, thes' are. Eat 'em where yer scared, make ya brave!"

Background - When I was younger, like, before I started remembering things, I was snatched up by Dominica, a Tiefling that would beat and whip me when she’d get bored. At first she had me, again I was just a pup, cleaning and sharpening the gear and weapons she used for her bunch of brutes during her ‘games’.

I tried to leave, sure, who would want to be beaten all the time. But, ya see, it got harder when they put the chains on, see, so I didn’ really get to many chances. One time, I tried to pull my chains apart. I was older, so I was a lot stronger, and I thought I could just rip the links up. Well, I make a lot of noise sometimes… And Dominica found me… And finally had enough of me trying to get loose instead of cleaning her stuff.

“Throw him in the ring!” she said, only much higher than my voice ‘course. So, after being crammed in a cage for a couple days, they tossed me in. Now, ya see, Dominica didn’ just have a group of people who went around fighin’ things. It was for entertainment, for coin. She’d go around, talk about how anyone fancy could buy her games for a few days, and charge all the people to watch as the fancy people tossed ones they didn’ like in the ring to be killed, or beasts would be collected, mad angry, and then let loose.

I took my first life in that circle… They thought I’d just roll over, give up. I had a plan, see. Fighting a couple of humans the fancy guy didn’ like. Well, I was bigger and stronger, so I beat ‘em.

It’s how I got my name, come to think of it. The people watchin’ just started chantin’ “Grit!” over and over again. Well, I didn’ have a name before, or at least not one I knew, and I liked it.

I was “good” entertainment she said… So they caged me ‘til I fought again… They threw all kinds of weapons at me. Big swords, little ones, spears, a net. I never tried to be fun to watch… But secretly, I liked fightin’. I knew I was good at it, like, it’s natural or somethin’, and I want to get stronger… ‘Cause I got a score to settle with that Tiefling.

The closest I got to it was when I was fightin’ a big boar thing. Had me pinned against the wall, trashing me up. I grabbed its nose and started pulling, but then the far wall blew up! The pig and I stopped fightin’, to shocked to continue. And that’s when I met Enna, but I didn’t know her name yet. She’s tall, pointy ears, had a big stick in one hand, and a shield that looked like a tree in the other, and she looked very upset.

I remember people screaming, beasties released that Dominica caught were running around stomping people. I took my shot, but I found Chartres first… One of the Teifling’s brutes. He fancied himself some sort of bodyguard for her… I ripped his jaw off his head and smashed him with it. A bit much, actually… His tongue was all floppy and blood everywhere… Anyway! He’s what slowed me down. Last I saw of that red horned demon woman was her stepping to this fiery door.

Once everything was settled, everyone properly gone or dead, Enna came up to me, and started askin’ me hard questions. I told her I wasn’ with this lot, well, I was, but I didn’ wanna be? It took a few, but she believed me. I even offered to travel with her, but she said no, but told me the big pig didn’ wanna fight no more.

I’ve been goin’ around, getting stronger, gathering stuff, and got a fancy fire sword! Oh, I also met a group too. Made a Goblin friend! Derp is… Was… His name… He died… He got crushed in the roots of some Night Hag, witch, ghost lady in a scary house… Her head was promptly removed from the rest of her by my fire sword…

Somethin’ I can’t explained happened soon after that… Some lady, sayin’ she was the Raven Queen said she would give us back Derp’s soul if we returned this black stone the hag ghost lady had to some guy really far away… We said yes, because Derp… Was the best of us… He made us better… Esther hasn’ been the same, she’s got a look in her eye… And she’s meaner. Now, I don’t mind it, but she scares people more than I do!

Esther and I made a deal...No matter what, queen of birds or not, we’re breaking down the doors to death itself if it means gettin’ our little buddy back, no matter where that leads us!