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shellphones2026-05-11 06:46 pm
dedoink) wrote in shellphones2026-05-11 06:46 pm
Entry tags:
video; +1 angry himbo
Type: Video
Sender ID: dedoink (Grog Strongjaw)
To: general public
Subject: Grog is bored at the festival
Warnings: discussions of violence, will update as necessary
[ Grog thinks he's got the hang of this Shellphone thing by now. Keyleth helped him figure it out, probably. So, when he's wandering around Port Hope at the Festival of the Whales, and he starts to get bored of just stuffing his face with as much delicious seafood as he can, he decides to get his Shellphone out and properly introduce himself to the public. ]
Alright. So, this festival's nice an' all, but I could do with a little more action. I say we set up a bit of a contest. A test o' strength, of sorts. If you think you can beat me in a wrestlin' match, come and put it to the test. Anyone who can beat me, I'll give ya...
[ He pauses. He just got here, so he doesn't actually have much to offer by way of prize money. ]
Uh... I'll owe anyone who can beat me a favor, how 'bout that?
[ Yeah. That'll do. Surely no one will take advantage of how open-ended the promise of "a favor" is, right? ]
Come an' give it a shot. I'll be waiting.
Sender ID: dedoink (Grog Strongjaw)
To: general public
Subject: Grog is bored at the festival
Warnings: discussions of violence, will update as necessary
[ Grog thinks he's got the hang of this Shellphone thing by now. Keyleth helped him figure it out, probably. So, when he's wandering around Port Hope at the Festival of the Whales, and he starts to get bored of just stuffing his face with as much delicious seafood as he can, he decides to get his Shellphone out and properly introduce himself to the public. ]
Alright. So, this festival's nice an' all, but I could do with a little more action. I say we set up a bit of a contest. A test o' strength, of sorts. If you think you can beat me in a wrestlin' match, come and put it to the test. Anyone who can beat me, I'll give ya...
[ He pauses. He just got here, so he doesn't actually have much to offer by way of prize money. ]
Uh... I'll owe anyone who can beat me a favor, how 'bout that?
[ Yeah. That'll do. Surely no one will take advantage of how open-ended the promise of "a favor" is, right? ]
Come an' give it a shot. I'll be waiting.
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Lio cranes his neck to take his Grog at his full height, but he doesn't drop his guard. His sword looks more like a toothpick that would inflict about as much damage as a splinter on this giant of a man. ]
All I'm seeing is party tricks.
[ He still swings the blade, sky high where it erupts into ribbons of flames shaped like serpents that hiss and pop as they throw of sparks. They fly sky high where they splinter a dozen or more times into a rain of fire that hails down over the full scope of the arena, the densest barrage centered right where Grog stands. ]