Konnack
People tend to assume Konnack is an idiot because he is half-ogre; but he was raised among human nobility (his mother’s people) and he has learned from them everything that is worthy in life: philosophy, esthetics, good food, and the art of war. He knows he is much more refined than most humans he meets, but they soon learn to respect his witty conversation and his taste in art: if they don’t he beats them up, something else he is exceptionally good at.
Everyone likes Konnack, once they get over the half-ogre thing. He’s funny and urbane and dresses well. He gets along well with everyone in the party except Xiphoid Mary, who is, after all, a ridiculous campy figure, riding around in black plate mail like a first edition cliche. Sometimes he argues with Clock Zoo, but these arguments are tests of native wit, and Clock Zoo is a worthy antagonist. Bobby is also a brilliant mind, perhaps even smarter than Konnack himself (perish the thought!), and furthermore she can appreciate things like good wine and fine arts, while Clock Zoo is more prone to turn his thoughts to purely pedestrian matters. Bobby might make a better leader for the group overall, but, frankly, at the moment Clock Zoo is a better tactician than she, and Konnack is hardly about to back a coup. Montpar is a jolly fun drinking buddy, Morning Star is like a younger sister, and that little scamp is always a delight. Dust you can always rely on, and it’s good that she got the jacinth. Asuidal Asuidal is a dear: it’s pretty clear that she is a Halfling and not an elf, but her secret is safe with him.
His closest friend, if it can be called that, is Galamar, his “dog.†Galamar is totally retarded, but also fanatically loyal to Konnack, and Konnack makes sure to keep the guy out of trouble. He might not die for Galamar (knowing full well that Galamar would die for him), but he would certainly risk his life for him; heck, he’d risk his life for several of his party members, especially on a good day.
Montpar really wants his girdle of giant strength, but there’s no way in hell Konnack’s giving it up. Clock Zoo really wants his book of infinite spells but ditto.
His philosophy is a syncretism of Cynicism and Epicureanism. He doesn’t like to be told what to do, but doesn’t really hold a grudge. Konnack can take care of Konnack.
He eagerly anticipates the frisson of destroying some jerk’s prize magic item with his rod of cancellation.
