[h3][color=f26522]Goblin Gird[/color][/h3] [color=F7941d]Outside the cave > a little ways into the forest /// Morning // Day 3[/color]

The older goblin spoke again about what one would expect from this world. [color=00a651]“Nothing comes free”[/color] a strange thing to say about this harsh reality. Goblin Grandpa did speak of stories of glory, [i]“why did it matter so much to be remembered like that?” [/i]he thought to himself. To this young goblin the only things that mattered currently were getting stronger and protecting others. However, food would have to be the first thing on that list. One won’t grow stronger without food.

Gird stood on shaky legs and looked around at the others who all seemed to be slowly making their way towards that blinding light at the other end of the cave. Except for the few that burst fourth into the outside world. Goblin Grandpa had given him his name after the speech, a strange name sure. But he will make it mighty. Walking felt weird, but he followed his instincts and in a few moments found himself outside with a few of the others. A strange female seemed to be yelling from a tall tree but it didn’t seem directed at him.

The first thing he did was watch, he wasn’t watching the other young goblins but the older ones. He was looking to see what they used to help them hunt. Some other young ones went off without so much as a weapon while some adults seemed to carry around wooden sticks with stone ends. It looked as if he would have to make do with a wooden striking weapon.

The immediate surrounding forest was scarce of materials and many small worn foot paths crisscrossed through the light underbrush. Still, a few lean saplings where around, finding one that was taller than him by several feet. The goblin proceeded to try to break it but only succeeded with pulling the roots of the sapling out of the ground. Gird looked at the small tree for a little while before deciding on what to do.

It only took him a short while to pull the small twigs and branches from the sapling. Gird also broke off the smaller roots and the weaker top half of the sapling. By the time he was done he had what looked like a crude wooden mallet attached to a strong wooden staff. Honestly he felt quite comfortable with his weapon and proceeded to train with it by hitting some bushes. He wasn't about to throw himself into a fight with a weapon he didn't know how to use.


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