Ale is My Life

Indie RP Blog for Grog Strongjaw! Penned by Bread

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Starter Call!

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!

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I'm Alive!

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

[casterxdisaster]

Hey, I’m not Dead!

Sorry about the silence on Caleb and Grog; I recently left my job due to its negative affects on my mental health and…boy has it been rough. But anyway! I’m going to try and get active on these two! If we have a thread that you want to keep going, please let me know! Now, to try and update myself on what’s happened~

[libraryofmemes]

Reblog if you want to be spammed with anonymous asks

[cocoscabin]

Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon questions.

[goliath-smasher]

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!

I haven’t done IC texting before, so I do apologize if I don’t respond right away or if it’s werid...plz bare with me ORZ

[draconiy]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍?   he took off, but   𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 is here to take his place. LIKE OR REBLOG, or just plain ole follow if you’re interested in interacting with one green gross dragon.  

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Actual Responsibilities || Cass & Grog

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luxnosvocat‌: 

Cassandra had been taking a break from the Pale Guard’s reports, courtesy of the tea tray, when Grog – of all people – had knocked on her door. She set her teacup aside with a click and a slightly bemused quirk to her eyebrow, rising to open the door and see whatever it was the goliath needed. In her experience, Grog tended to just go to Percival with his demands, so this was, indeed, unusual.

Cassandra opened the door, polite and not unfriendly. “Yes?” she asked, then, after a moment, ushering him in. He seemed decidedly confused – or perhaps, thoughtful? – about something. She gestured for him to sit on the other side of her desk, putting the tea tray to the side before sitting in her own chair. “How can I assist you, Grog?” Cassandra hesitated for a brief moment before deciding to take her teacup back up. “Tea?” she said before taking a sip, feeling that he wasn’t the type, yet knowing it would be rude not to offer. But still, perhaps a bit of informality would be helpful here, hence her own teacup. Vox Machina, after all, usually only stood on ceremony when it suited them.

    Grog felt his grin start to form as Cassandra showed him inside. Grog’s never really talked with Cassandra before, and the interactions they did have was when they first came to Whitestone and...that wasn’t really her if he understood everything correctly.

    Sitting down, his hulking form dwarfing the sitting arrangement, “Um, no thanks, ‘m more of an ale drinker myself.”

    Twiddling his thumbs, Grog could feel nervousness start to form in his belly, and he wasn’t used to it. He’s fine talking to people, but if he was solo he was usually doing his one stop for shopping or intimidating some poor soul...not talking to Percy’s fuckin’ sister.

    Speaking up, “Well, ya see, ya know how Percy made me Grand Poobah? Well, he didn’t really explain that much about the title. Like, do I have any jobs to do as Grand Poobah? I know Vex has to do the Grey Hunt or somethin...do I have to do somethin’ like that?”

    While Grog knew he wasn’t as smart as Vex, or Percy, or Keyleth or...well a lot of people, that didn’t mean he didn’t like it.

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Actual Responsibilities || Cass & Grog

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?”

[drvidcrafta-deactivated20210626]

HAIL TO THE TEMPEST.

praise all the girls inside of me: the ones not worth saving, the ones who thought she’d never make it this far.

I will carry their weight inside of me; not like ghosts, but like songs.

disc: art credit. mun is 21+.

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Broken Hearts || Pike & Grog

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.

    Feeling his face get hot and slightly wet, “Man, this ale’s kickin’ my ass.”

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Fighting? Hunting? Yes. || Grog & Vex

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.

    Walking into the Castle of Whitestone, Grog quickly ran to Vex’s room and started hammering on the door, his signature grin spread across his face, “Veeeex!! Are you here?? I’m ‘ere to help with the monster!”

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Actin’s Weird || Gilmore & Grog

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”?

    Walking to the back and raising his voice, “Hello??? Is there a Gilmore here???”

[zephrah-tempest]

“I want to give you a little bit of light to follow in the darkness.”

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[casterxdisaster]

So, here’s a Munday picture!

So…hi guys? Have a look at my face and Reinhardt tee? And my awkward peace sign cutting my chin? …help me I’m awkward about describing myself…

I’m also the mun/mod of @goliath-smasher!

[goliath-smasher]

👻Jump out from the dark, closet, or hall and yell BOO! from pike!

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.

    Looking at Pike, his eyes wide, but a grin on his face, “Pike-y Poo! When’d you get back!?”