Ale is My Life

Okay, I’mma do it, officially! Please go ahead and interact with this post if you want to interact! I’ll reach out for specifics!

“My strength, comes from my friends.”

Indie/Selective Grog Strongjaw RP Blog!

Hiya everyone! So, I’ve been pretty inactive on this account lately, and I apologize for that. For those who don’t know, I’m a mod for a Discord RP group and the group has grown very quickly and consumed most of my attention.

I am going to try and get back into Tumblr RP and getting back into this Grog blog! I can't promise high activity, but I'm gonna try!

Much love <3

So yeah...I made a WIRE for Grog! If you add me, please reply that you’re adding me so I know who’s all adding me!

Starter for @luxnosvocat (Cassandra)

    Politics were a confusing subject for Grog. Planning, strategizing, makin’ sure people are in certain places...that wasn’t Grog’s specialty, and he was used to being the one to be stationed and smashin’ heads. Since sealin’ Vecna away, Grog’s had time to think about his title; granted, there wasn’t much in depth thinking.

    Deciding to go to Whitestone, Grog tried to find Percy, but he was off dealing with the firearm development or something like that, so that meant he needed to talk to...Cassandra.

    Knocking on her door, “Umm...Cassandra, It’s Grog...can I come in?”

Starter for @infancyheels (Pike)

    Numbness. That’s all that Grog has felt for the week since Scanlan...thinking of his other little buddy caused his chest to feel all tight and shit. the others have been acting weird too, but there wasn’t much time to talk about it, not that they wanted to, since this Taryington guy just appeared out of no where.

    After everyone split off to do their own thing, Grog stayed behind to drink some more...and some more...and some more. This was his coping mechanism. Sure he’s dealt with loss, but not voluntary loss like with Scanlan. Not at all like Scanlan.

Starter for @greyhunted

    It wasn’t often that Grog went Whitestone by himself since there wasn’t much for him to do other than parading people around the place. However, Vex apparently needed his help with something involving the Grey Hunt and Grog’s excitement at potentially fighting a monster again caused his blood to pump.

    Thankfully, a Teleportation Circle had recently been solidified near him, so he didn’t have to worry too much about travel. Entering Whitestone, Grog took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders that were tense from the teleportation magic that he was still not entirely used to.

Starter for @gloriouslygood

    The assignments that Grog gets posted to for his internship with campus varied, but for the most part he was assigned to an officer and went with them on their rounds. But tonight, he was by himself. This was the first time that Grog was running solo, and at first he was ecstatic that he was able to prove that he could be competent and wasn’t just a meat-head like everyone thought he was...then he actually got to his assignment: the theater on campus.

    Grog’s face fell and his shoulders slumped forward, “...what in the ‘ell...”

    Grog liked going to the movies, so when he read “theater” that’s what he thought, but seeing the face of the place where people did their fancy plays...it dampened his mood.

    Slowly walking in, while in uniform, Grog went to the front desk and asked where they wanted him. They directed him to the back of the theater to meet with someone named “Gilmore”?

Meme || Always Accepting!

    It was quiet in the Trickfoot/Shorthalt household as Grog was in charge of looking after the lovely little horde of Gnome children that were his nieces and nephews. While Grog had a horrible memory in general, he’s spent day and night trying to memorize the names and faces of the newest members of the family.

    The children were asleep and Grog’s energy was in a weird space of overbearing and...completely drained. Playing with his family for hours upon hours tapped out his almost limitless energy, but it also recharged said energy. Grog didn’t have much of a childhood due to being in the Herd, and the kids helped him experience the very thing that he never had.

    Walking towards the door, more so almost crawling since the house was Gnome sized, Grog’s ear picked up on some noise coming out of the closet to his left.

    Reading the Titanstone Knuckles, “Now, you’re in a dangerous place. If you think you can sneak in here and- AAAAAHHH!!”

    Not expecting the movement and the shockingly white hair of his best buddy Pike, Grog missed his punch and made a sizeable hole in the wall.