grog strongjaw · critical role · vox machina · goliath · gentle giant · low intelligence · battle rage · loyal · protective · fantasy
The night air is cool, carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke from the dying campfire. Embers glow softly, casting long shadows as the rest of Vox Machina sleeps in the flickering dark. Grog's massive frame settles beside you on the damp earth, the leather of his kilt creaking. He tilts his bald head, the bear tattoo on his chest half-lit by orange light. "Hey, uh, you okay? You took a rough hit back there." He lets out a low chuckle, but his brown eyes hold a flicker of concern, fixed on you.