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Message: <blockquote data-quote="A'koss" data-source="post: 1932261" data-attributes="member: 840">GrenlokeWAR is my current favorite D&D artist - I must get in on this. My first two are going to be the same characters I submitted during the last contest but I will be posting a third from a more recent campaign later on. So without futher ado... Grenloke "Trust me. I'm probably the nicest wraith-like, undead entity composed entirely of ash you're ever going to meet."- Grenloke, while being rousted by some visiting paladins new to Greyhawk City... N(G) formerly human Fighter/Rogue/etc.. Age: apparant 39, actual 116 (52 of which spent dwelling in a limbo-like state on the Plane of Ash)Height: originally 5' 11", now 6'-ish.Weight: originally 189 lbs, now... pretty light. Description: If you didn't know him, you'd probably be reaching for your holy symbol right about now... Most of the time, Grenloke likes to appear as human as possible - a ~6' well-toned man wearing dark, grey-blue breeches, soft boots with norse-like wrappings, an almost midnight blue shirt with simple gold embroidery and a pair of ornate blue and gold metallic bracers that cover most of his forearms that taper to a spike-like protrusion past the elbow. However the snazzy attire does little to disguise the fact that Grenloke is comprised entirely of a slightly warm-grey colored ash. He is able to alter his color slightly to give himself more "definition" as he calls it, making his "hair" and his "eyes" darker and other features (like his teeth) lighter. His surface features seem smooth, but they are constantly swirling with numerous eddies playing along it's surface. There seems to be a constant low-to-the-ground cloud of ash that follows wherever he goes which makes dusting around the office a real pain. Grenloke's shoulder-length hair just seems to stream away from his head ending in whispy trials as he moves. He does nothing to disguise his nature, relying on his reputation and disarming charm to get him through "the little foibles of life". Barring that, he's still one of the foremost fighters of his age though he always aims to disarm and disable unless the attacker is clearly evil. Weapons: His little "accident" on the Plane of Ash destroyed most of the items he owned at the time, but one item did survive... albeit somewhat altered. He normally carries it around as a simple ashen staff with a lot of surface irregularities which reveal a dim green misty glow. In battle, he can alter it's shape into any weapon desired, though he creates an ornate, oversized glaive-like weapon. It has the power to cleave through dimensional barriers creating temporary portals with virtually pinpoint accuracy in regards to the destination. Brief History: Grenloke is currently the proprietor of a transplanar travel service called... well, he never really gave it a name so people just ended up calling it Grenloke's Transplanar Travel Service. He and eclectic planar staff offer Safe(ish) Planar tours, Accurate Planar Portals, Search & Rescue services (pricey), Planar Travel Advice and Workshops, and so on. His office has a number of stable portals leading to places like Sigil, the Astral, the Plane of Fire and a deceptively random (and possibly intelligent) one which is locked and barred. The latter being the portal that dumped him into a divinely powered, magically abberrant region of the Plane of Ash for over 50 years and the cause of his uncurable "condition". Though while on the surface, Grenloke treats his undeadish state as source of endless party tricks, deep down he is very concerned. There was an incident several years ago, while on a rescue mission to save a band of adventurers trapped in the Grey Waste, which ended with a pitched battle against a pack of arcanaloths. It was a desperate fight which ended when Grenloke instictively lunged at the Aracanaloth' leader after being disarmed by a powerful spell. Instinctively, he used a power he never consciously knew he possessed - Life Draining. It was like suddenly being alive again... even more than being alive, it was like being a god. However, seeing the horror on the dessicated arcanaloth's face and the unbridled joy of the experience... he knew there were no heroes that day, only monsters. To this day Grenloke is haunted by the fear of losing control and becoming a horror worthy of the Abyss... and it is a fear he feels will one day be inevitable. However, he has taken steps to assure that if he turns, that he will be dealt with. He has secretly paid a huge sum to powerful assassin's society called The Garrote to put him down should he turn to evil and is unable to do so himself. Only one memeber in his employ is aware of the deal and Grenloke has given her detailed information on himself, how he thinks, and tactical advice to give to the Garrote should the time come. The moment: I'd love to see Grenloke during one of his planar tours gone wrong rescuing a bunch a frightened sages from a Blood War horde. A "flowing" Grenloke tearing through a group of powerful demons with his glaive and long ash-taloned hand all the while waves of ash dancing about the landscape would be very cool. Maybe one of his associates would be giving one of the overly inquisical sages a comical boot through the portal back home.    Cheers! A'koss.</blockquote>

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