[h1][center][color=orange]Zectoll[/color][/center][/h1]

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[i]Day 5:A Flame quenched by stone[/i]

[color=39b54a] Well, food is one reason. Sure "hunting" plants and berries doesn't make you stronger but at least we will have something to eat even if we don't find prey. And if we can grow them we'll have more time that Goblins like Kishi can use to make new items. There is also the fact that some of them can be used for medicine and who knows what else. I haven't tried it but I think the yellow berries can be used to poison weapons, in case we ever have to fight enemies so strong that we might have to be willing to kill them without eating them. [/color]

Zectoll nodded. He thought Goblin's Stegs reasoning in pursuing plant knowledge to be quite reasonable, though the sentiment behind such reasoning did not with him. To many safety nets in play causes one to become lax, in Zectoll's mind one must pursue life with a blazing passion deep inside. He watched as Goblin Luz ate of the berries, her and Goblin Stegs beginning to discuss their plans for gathering more plant matter. Zectoll was curious as to what the two goblins would accomplish today, though his aims resided upon a more violent path. He spun the Alpha rabbit horn in his hands, from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Lomen, a strange look splayed across his brothers face. Something was not right this morning, Zectoll could feel it in the air. He was not surprised when Grandpa Goblin approached them, though the news brought forth from the cave's Elder shocked Zectoll to the core.

Goblin Kishi, was dead. Killed by falling stone. Zectoll could scarcely believe the words being said to him. Goblin Kishi, one of two goblins Zectoll referred to as brother, the one who had given him his first spear allowing him to begin his journey to dethrone the King of the Mountain, the one who discovered the secret of crafting fire was dead. As the news settled into Zectoll's mind, he began to wonder, what were Kishi's goals? For what purpose did Kishi strive towards? Zectoll walked over to Goblin Kishi's living space, examining his Brothers belongings. In a small corner, Zectoll noticed some markings. It seemed that Goblin Kishi was creating a map of sorts, Zectoll only recognized a small portion of the map. As he stood there, contemplating the loss, the last words Kishi spoke to him echoed in his mind[color=green]"Thank you Brother Zectoll, I hope my weapon has served you well. I am glad to see that you have created your own weapons! Maybe you'll take after me? Ha Ha Ha![/color]

Zectoll sat down, as a wave of sadness rolled over him. Grief and fear, seeped into his mind like a dense fog, a gift of the [b]Chained Grief Curse[/b]. To think that Kishi would die so suddenly, and in such a random way. Remembering Grandpa's wisdom in dealing with fear, Zectoll resolved himself to face and accept the loss of his brother. Though  Zectoll did not share Kishi's general foresight in the knowledge of creating things, he would honor his brothers memory by perfecting his own crafting skills in the coming days. Though before he could do that, he would need to become formidable enough that neither boulders nor forest beasts could do him harm. 

With new resolve Zectoll rose, slight pain rippling through his limbs. He once again went to the entrance of the cave. [color=orange] Though this day has grieved us, we must not lose hope. Goblin Kishi is gone now, but we must continue on. A new day, a new hunt. I will be venturing into the forest once again, to gain food and strength. Anyone who wishes to become blooded upon the beasts of the forest are free to join me.[/color] Zectoll said to the general collection of goblins. With the passing of Goblin Kishi, there remained only two goblins with much experience hunting outside the cave to his knowledge. Those Goblins being himself and his Brother Lomen. He hoped that some of the goblins less experienced with death and violence would venture out with him to gain some experience. After addressing the group, Zectoll made his way over to Lomen, sitting next to him. [color=orange]What shall we hunt today, brother.[/color] His voice was somber, biting back sadness, holding onto resolve with thin threads.
 
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