
Level
14
Experience
140,200 XP
Günakesi grew up in harsh environment that represented some of the worst parts of being a Porcoar. Endless violence and mayhem were common place, with his own band of Porcoars he grew up with being the progenitors of all those evils. From his young years throughout his early adult years, Günakesi was fully involved as a goon of a vicious Porcoar raider band that posed a localized terror, causing a ruckus and committing all matters of sins in the Porcoar band. Günakesi made an expertise out of being a big brute, someone that could just rush in and act as muscle to back up more 'wizened' leaders of the Porcoar hordes. That gig worked out for years, around two decades give or take, before he called it quits.
After all the bloodlust and violence, Günakesi just got exhausted. After branching out from his horde to run a few mercenary jobs off on the side, he began to experience the perspectives and livelihoods of those not constantly in the meat-grind of his Porcoar bands. Violence was not something to be thrown around aimlessly for no reason, it was something that brought him a degree of guilt for once. That, and more importantly to him, he was eventually going to get either locked-up or slaughtered by someone tougher than him at some point. It was an eye-opener for him, one that made him realize how stagnant his life truly was in the past. Along with time just catching up to his physical prowess, he decided to settle into a more 'civilized' lifestyle, eventually going fully independent under the guise of 'high paying mercenary work' to his kin.
Günakesi, now in the present, is now an older Porcoar in his late forties. It has been years since the days of his mercenary jobs and raiding, leaving him as just an odd-job performer out in Underhaven. He has simmered his regret and guilt into an explosive rage in combat, tempering it with a sarcastic personality and materialistic pursuits in recent times. A collector, fungi hunter, fighter, amateur mailman, and whatever he can try to be, he attempts to be. He's even started getting into some monk work lately, attempting to refine his brutish fighting into something with a bit more 'honor' as a part of it. Beyond anything, his recent years have been a time of great change, one where he has physically settled himself somewhere yet never found a permanent lifestyle to replace his old pillaging days still, even after years of this more peaceful life he's sought to live.
With that said, Günakesi's personality is just as bumpy as his livelihood. He's a greedy madman that has little social awareness nor instincts. He's floated by on a mixture of general wisdom he's learnt over the years through trial and error, alongside whatever connections he's been fortunate enough to make. Günakesi is openly jolly, keeping a moderately relaxed and leisured attitude at life, mostly out of both drunken stupor and an enjoyment for his situation in Underhaven. Still paranoid of both his background and tired by the evils he's done, he's not much of a social butterfly, preferring to make his connections out of business opportunities and circumstances.
Logged: DROATH 18.
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Since everyone's given more generalist notes on the situation, I'll just give what I saw. Granted, its nice to be able to write more normal than my speech. Dialects and all that'll do something to you.
I and the rest of the oinkers I was traveling with, part of Captain Fandango's whole Castanets, were taking a leisurely stroll upon a surprisingly strong pigeon. I believe we called it by some random name that sounded like it belong to someone's grandmother. Point being, this pigeon was strong. Really strong. Strong enough that it carried the whole lot of us (excluding Wobble). Anyway, we all got our tushes shipped up into some caverns eventually. You would think I'd remember the context as to why we were trekking up there. I personally just wanted to find something that had some personal interest to myself that was lying around up there. A bag that may've been lying around following an assault by some piggish monstrosity (not including myself).
So, we got our arses up in the cave finally. I was looking around all silly with the crew when we saw a couple of robotic spiders. Seems like there were seven, according to the rest of the group. I'll just mooch off whatever they say details wise. But, yeah. We had this whole shindig with seven robotic spiders all drilling into the cavern's walls like they were addicted to rocks. Granted, I believe they were actually addicted to rocks. They had some sort of affinity for gemstones after we tried to trade the bastards at least one.
Eventually, things just went sour. The crew tried negotiating with the armoured arachnids for a substantial amount of time, trying to get these good-for-nothing robots to stop a project that could've jeopardized the city's safety. The cave kept rumbling from the drilling, I got bonked in the head. Still got a bruise, not a great feeling when you're trying to sleep and you put your head down on your pillow, only to go 'Tonn, damn't!', you know? The point is, they wouldn't stop, they were either hired out or made by some anonymous individual that tasked them with the mining project. I personally didn't care much for their spiel. Honestly, they just made me irrationally angry for some reason. Either that, or I just didn't have a good fight in a while.
So, when all of the Nine Hells came loose, we got into a fight. The arachnids showed us a little light-show and we got to work. Flames shooting about left and right. Hooks swinging into flesh like we were those fish that folks've been selling for copper these days. The whole meal. I personally got a bit singed and nearly taken to the ceiling by a few hooks. Anyway. We took care of them.
During the midst of the battle, Wobble showed up after it seemed his familiar was already there. I saw the bat before with him, so I presume there's some correlation with that. Point being, he showed up to. Massive battle ensued. There were these- I believe I've been told they're gargoyles. I consulted a couple of books down at the library, trying to match up some descriptions because, yes, I am actually literate. But, yeah, it was a whole brawl. I turned big, as per usual, and managed to take out a couple of those machines.
We were persuaded by a team member to keep the robots 'alive', for whatever you would consider that to mean, in order to conduct further research on them later. I will be honest, they are interesting. Besides for the fact that they have a tendency to explode (so much that the monk calls one a 'bomb' in her house), their technology was impressive. I wouldn't mind snagging some of it up for a weapon... or even a little bit of fishing. Those hooks were deadly, I'll tell you that.
After the whole brawl, we got out of there somewhat to very injured. After some hospitalizations and, for myself, a good night's rest, it seemed like the crew was better the next day over.
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If it matters anything to anyone's interest or my input on the whole ordeal, here's what I'll say;
-Don't touch the spiders. Look, I've heard about spiders exploding a few weeks ago. And, yeah, we've had far too many folks getting the explosion treatment lately. Don't be that oinker.
-The cavern itself is located above those pipes adjacent to the Sundance's whole training facility. I assume its a training facility still, I forgot the name, but... I trust whoever takes the effort to read through this is smarter than I am. All you need to do is swim up a couple of waterfalls (or fly, if you're able to do so), and bam. You've got yourself a way into the caves. The wreckage should still be there, unless someone already took the spiders out.
-Bleeding. Those spiders've got some sort of property that'll cut your flesh in a certain way that makes it bleed profusely. I'm talking like... I needed some Ki in my veins to clot that wound. It was strange, so, watch out if you come across these types. That temporary stuff you get from Patrons or whatever ain't gonna help either.
-Also, the spiders have enough smarts in them to 'speak'. They just keep going 'WHIR WHIR WHIR' and shite. Annoying arthropods, they are. Taught them a good lesson, if I shall say so.