It’s a pretty easy question for Grawnk. He would want to get rid of his cowardice. I’m not saying he wouldn’t act cowardly anymore in certain situations, but at least the choice would be his to run away, and not his body just completely taking over. I can’t really expound upon this anymore because that’s really the only thing Grawnk is truly unhappy about with himself.
So Grawnk scored “Neutral” on the Alignment test. A description of “Neutral” can be found here.This was not unexpected because I have been trying to paint him as a mostly neutral character. Of course, this isn’t entirely accurate. Grawnk has good tendencies too, so in all actuality, he would fall somewhere between “Neutral” and “Neutral-Good,” but leaning heavily on the neutral side. Grawnk cares about himself first and foremost.
What would someone have to do to become friends with Grawnk? Alternatively, to become enemies?
Grawnk has never had any friends in the traditional sense. He always had his mother in the stronghold, but while living there, he was mostly ignored by everyone else. In the nontraditional sense, he has Meeko. Grawnk never cared for animals, but has found companionship with Meeko. He values Meeko’s loyalty and acceptance of him. Now, obviously, Meeko is incapable of being shallow, but some of these traits are what would make Grawnk consider someone a friend.
Grawnk is not one to get hung up in the past, and therefore wouldn’t have any real interest in visiting it. One exception would be going back to merely observe his grandparents that he never knew. That aside, Grawnk’s real interest lies in the future. Grawnk found history books boring growing up, and preferred to read other books instead.
So the task for today is to “make a playlist of songs that remind you of your character or your story, or share stuff you listen to while you write, your character’s entrance music, exit music, relationship music, etc.”
Below is my narration for this entry.
Not wanting to keep Ghorbash and Jenassa waiting any longer than I have to, I hurriedly throw on my armor, and eat my breakfast as I’m walking out of the Bannered Mare. I bump into the door frame on my way out on account of my eyes still being half shut from having just woken up. Once outside, the brisk air succeeds in opening my eyes the rest of the way, and my mental fog rolls away as well. I can’t believe this day has finally come.
Below is my narration of this entry. Hope you enjoy.
My room in the Bannered Mare comes slowly into focus as I open my eyes. The shadowy tendrils of my dreams swirl around in my memory for a few moments, but they soon dance out of existence, leaving me to wonder why my stomach feels as though it has knots in it. As my grogginess subsides, I quickly remember what today is: the first day of my journey to Dead Men’s Respite. I feel one of the knots tighten. Continue reading