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Half-Ogre jester? Hmm, half-ogre is no laughing matter but... here you go:
Grrumpf’s Tale
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Ogre
Class: Jester
Grrumpf did not remember his parents. The only creature his could tentatively regard as his family was Corndog, an old cranky goblin who stumbled upon the starving and half-frozen orphan hiding in a shallow cave after a merciless Dwarven raiding party obligingly hammered all Grrumpf’s brutish kin into oblivion.
Corndog nursed him back to life with a little bit of goat milk and a lot of conventional goblin wisdom.
The goblin tribe Grrumpf was destined to reside amongst was a motley gang of scavengers and marauders ruled by Chief M’Gets Buttwizer, an ambitious hobgoblin who had the audacity to call his swampy environs Barony and his wretched hovel “me Chateau”.
Baron Buttwizer surrounded himself with the entourage befitting the royalty: a couple of Lieutenants, a Shaman, an Executioner, a personal Chef, and a Jester were indispensable members of his royal household.
The old Corndog held the position of the court Jester. Although the goblin humor was considered ludicrous even by the relaxed standards of trolls, and the jokes cracked (figuratively and literally) at Chief Buttwizer’s court were exceedingly crude and obnoxious, loyal Grrumpf was perpetually mesmerized by Corndog’s drollery.
Pretty soon the old Jester decided he could use a worthy apprentice. Little by little he began teaching Grrumpf the tricks of his trade. Grrumpf quickly learned to brandish a club, walk on his hands and knock over pots and pans; however, the subtle art of verbal humor proved more difficult for him to master due to the racial limitations. He diligently shadowed Corndog and watched the old crackpot’s daily routine with his mouth agape, soaking in every word and gesture despite his inability to comprehend the punch line.
One fateful day Corndog announced that Grrumpf was ready to perform before Chief Buttwizer and His Court. The elated Half-Ogre got up before dawn and kept polishing his huge club until Corndog ordered him to tag along.
The master and the student made haste towards the raucous sounds of revelry and the pungent stench of goblin cookery.
Chief Buttwizer watched Grrumpf's clumsy performance with drunken contempt. All of a sudden, he leaped off his throne and ordered his lieutenants to fetch him a sturdy club so he could personally show that dumb son of the Ogre how to crack a good goblin joke. The goblins shrieked and howled with glee. Smiling maliciously, Buttwizer swung his weapon and crushed poor Corndog’s head, and the thrilled crowd erupted in coarse cheers.
Astounded Grrumpf watched his friend and mentor collapsing in a bloody heap at Buttwizer's feet. The taunting goblins started throwing mud and pebbles at the dead body trying to hit Corndog in the face, and one emboldened goblin even darted forward and poked the fallen entertainer with a dagger to the utter joy of its malignant brethren.
Despair and blinding fury overwhelmed Grrumpf. He lifted his polished club and smashed the impudent creature to goo. Chief Buttwizer smiled with approval and evil amusement. It was fun after all. He was still smiling when the heavy club shattered his scull. Both lieutenants and several nearby goblins met the same fate, and the rest of the terrified bunch scurried away leaving Grrumpf to savor his bitter victory alone.
Grrumpf buried Corndog behind his shack, hoisted his club and left the swampy Barony forever.
You will meet him during your travels in Baldur Gate III. Grrumpf will join your party if you promise him to explain jokes.