530 – Grundahr Ghall

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Grundahr Ghall

At the Dawn of Time, when the various gods gathered together at the Grand Conference to determine who was going to do what in the world, one of their number distinguished himself not by his power or wisdom, but by his tardiness. Grundahr Ghall showed up for the Grand Conference over an hour late; by that point, all the really good jobs, like creating the oceans or controlling the weather had already been snapped up. Enraged, the already savage & violent Grundahr became the god of conquest and savagery and created followers that were reflections of his brutal temperament: the orcs, to whom he gave only one commandment: Might Makes Right. He’s not much fun at parties.

Grundahr Ghall, also known as the Fist of Blood, is immensely strong yet amazingly dim-witted, barely able to speak in coherent sentences. However, in his mind, he is the smartest, most powerful and handsomest of all the gods, who are jealous of his "intelligentosity and strongitude." Ghall respects only physical prowess and cruelty. When Grundahr chooses to manifest himself upon the prime material plane of Ardris, he appears much as he does on his home plane of Lithdak, the Eternal Battlefield: a fifty-foot tall orc with bony plates on the top of his skull. Subtlety is not a word in his vocabulary. Neither is "vocabulary."

The Encyclopedia Ardrisia , volume 12 (Gronsoth to HurdyGurdy), Kilanio University Press, 48th edition. 

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Take care,

~Rob

3 Comments

  1. So would his little girl be a younger god (if that is even a thing in this setting), a demigod or a particularly devout mortal follower?

  2. I was in a long-term campaign (tabletop Gaming group) that had direct interaction with several deities. Sometimes we got in the position your group was in, caught between two gods about to have a disagreement. This strip brings back lovely memories. You can’t hide, you can’t run, you can’t contribute, and you darn sure don’t want to draw attention to yourself. You will die no matter what, however. Good times!

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