I can post whenever too, it's not an issue for me.

For a confused troll seeking answers, what is Ekire to do?

I'm not sure when I'm supposed to be hurling myself into a RP, and which one it is I'm supposed to be hurling myself into.

That sounds fine to me. Ekire barges into an open clearing far easier than a tavern.

Ekire join! Ekire help you good!

AHEM. I would also like to join this RP. For a man seeking to remain undercover, Hornwood is unlikely to have given a burly troll an audience. Someone would definitely notice if a troll trundled over and shouted:
"Me here about job!"

I'm thinking Ekire can either ...

The guard was trying to speak but there were too many words, too complex for Ekire to bother understanding. This wasn't the time for words.

"More will come"

But Ekire did pick up on that little sentence. Though Ekire didn't truly understand the context, he believed more guards were already ...

Ekire felt his wounds closing, faster than normal. He didn't necessarily equate the little person's claim of being able to heal him with what had just happened, though the little person had done something . Ekire expected bright lights or a trick of some description but no, his wounds had just ...

As a troll heavily reliant on self recovery, Ekire found the little person's comment amusing, humourous even. Ekire had seen others of his kind cut to pieces and walk away fine.

Here he was, a troll, in a place where little people came to get better and here was a little person offering to make ...

Territory was very important to trolls, and the definition of whose territory was whose was often a very complex, contested affair. In simple terms if a troll was somewhere, it belonged to the troll. If another troll came uninvited, that troll would die.

Such was Ekire's dilemma when presented with ...

Ekire turned around and noticed little people rearranging furniture in the corner of the room. There was a lot of noise and commotion, which wasn't helping Ekire relax whatsoever. Ekire was becoming increasingly agitated, increasingly aware that this was a 'bad' situation. This wasn't how it was ...

Ekire knew the revolted looks of the hospital staff all too well, he had become used to such receptions. They would not harm him though, and that's all that mattered.

After the little-little person told him to take a seat, which Ekire had, after many years, learnt was not literal, Ekire tried to ...

Ekire disliked being injured. Even when the odds were against him, though they hadn't been tonight, which made it all the more irritating. He hated having to waste time regenerating when he could be eating. Out of the question to eat at the moment though, not with all the blood everywhere; the ...

Name:
Ekire

Age:
42

Race:
Troll

Height:
8"8

Weight:
350lbs

Physical Description:
A lumbering, green oaf, Ekire is the embodiment of trollish physique. Huge muscular arms, a nose that protudes quite sharply from his face and the 'rugged good looks' every troll mother looks for in her ...