Grindstone

So I am going to cheat today...

This is a brief character intro for a Pathfinder (Way of the Wicked) game I wrote up. To lessen the in media res a bit, our characters had done something terrible and had been captured and taken to a high security prison.

My half-orc Grindstone was not convinced what he had done was even wrong...

This style was fun to write. Happy reading!




These men are pathetic. Their bindings cannot hold me. And they know it. They fear it. I can smell it on them. Pathetic. For three nights I have heard them whisper to each other. Ha. They are so scared of revealing their fears to me, they choose to whisper to one another, as if the thought to break free to choke the life out of them wasn’t the only thing keeping me going. I may be the one behind the bars but it is they who are prisoner here. They are pathetic and weak and fearful for their own worthless little lives, sitting on edge as though any moment I will come charging through this cage and rip them in half. They probably would piss themselves at the sight of a charging boar. I bet they’ve never even been close enough to one to stab at with a spear. Their idea of hunting is hiding in the tree, safe from any tusks, ready to ambush their kill with arrows. Pathetic.

Hiding in a tree with arrows against a tusked piglett is exactly what they would do. Too scared to confront the beast head on.

That’s the only reason they got me; Magagark Grindstone, their tusked beast. They laid in wait, hiding on the road. A dozen men they had, and still they hid. Too afraid to face me with a spear. Their pitiful commander, Jessenth, not even willing to come face to face with me until I was in chains. No honor in that man. How his men could follow such a weakling, I do not know. I still remember how shocked he looked when he gave the charges against me. Dueling to the death, like it is some sort of crime. Why would I lie about such a thing? I had brought a swift clean death to that knight. At least he had chosen to meet his end with dignity. And I am the one who gave it to him. When his warm blood splattered against my face, I felt pride, as I should have, that I sent that boy to the afterlife with a warrior’s death.

But these men don’t deserve the same glory. No. If I get the chance before the headsman claims me, I will not give them that pleasure.

I will choke the life out of each of them, staring into their eyes as each one fades from this world.

….and I will become the tusked beast they so fear.