[h3][color=f26522]Goblin Gird[/color][/h3] [color=F7941d] Running for the church >>>> preparing for the fight ahead /// Day 4 // Late Afternoon > Evening [/color]

Again his instincts were blaring at him. Not only to run but a strong feeling of dread to run the other way and away from the stone place. Something was there. He could feel it. It wasn’t something he felt in his gut like he would feel with his instincts. This time he felt it in his chest. A strange cold beckoning that called out for him to go closer. As they ran through the trees, with the sun setting at their backs. The orange glow of dusk filling the sky and the forest slowly dimming to black and Grey.

Gird struggled at times to find the right path. Branches and bushes snagged and grabbed at him leaving small cuts and scratches in their wake. Whenever he would stumble he would pick himself up and keep going glancing back now and then to make sure the others were keeping up with him. Until they finally broke from the tree line and headed for the main door. A howl caught him off guard when they got to the door.

The goblin looked around the corner towards the grave yard and could see what was howling. The strange creatures crawled out from the graves. Bony figures held together by mere tendons, no skin or organs just a glaring red stare from the black eye sockets. These skeletons wore no armor and only held what appeared to be old and rusty weapons of some sort. They didn’t seem entirely mindless but did seem to want to wander the area with no real hurry to their movements.

Gird could hear Luz as she tries to open the door but it seemed stuck in some way. Gird kept a watchful eye on these creatures. Although breathing heavily, he was ready to turn and get the others moving if they got spotted. Movement from inside the stone place filled the eerie silence as someone beckoned the three of them inside. The goblin would be sure to be the last of the three to go inside.

Once inside, Gird still spoke at a low whisper being careful of the imminent danger that lurked outside. “[color=f26522][i]We got food for all of you[/i][/color]” he spoke. There wasn’t a lot of light in this place, but he would manage. Setting the carcass of the rabbit on the wooden chairs near the back of the church he began to examine what he could see. He could tell the others had prepared for what he could only assume was a fight. [i][color=f26522]“So what’s your plan…” [/color][/i]The goblin trailed off as his eyes slowly settled on a small statue.

The small black statue emanated a dark energy that one could nearly see. The dark silhouette of a woman sitting atop a throne of skulls and bones. This image of the woman seemed to stare out with a wicked smile and a glare of superiority. He knew her name but did he dare speak it? [i][color=f26522]“Duvelna”[/color][/i] he whispered while Gina began her prayer. Slowly he could feel the room grow dark around him, everything else slowly faded away as he stared at the statue. Even Gina’s voice slowly drifted away until there was nothing but him and the Statue in the same darkness he recalled from his birth. The goblin was completely focused and concentrated on the statue now.

Fear. A very real Fear permeated his very being. Nothing would get through to him, no sound or touch. The goblin was thinking, wondering if he made the right choice. He began to speak, he began to prey. [color=f26522]“Duvelna, Goddess of Death, the night, and Fear. Queen of the underworld and gatherer of the lost souls. Hear my prayer.”[/color] A pause as he pulled the sharp stone from its place and placed it on top of his left arm. Slowly and deliberately Gird cut into his arm until he began to bleed.

Putting the stone back at his side he gripped the cut with his right hand and grimaced. Holding out his hand toward the statue letting a few drops of blood drip over the statue then placing his open hand over the center of his chest he speaks again. [color=f26522]“This one knows he is not worthy of your time, this one simply wants to give you many gifts, this one will seek out your challenges, and this one will make you smile.”[/color]

Then suddenly everything came back to him, and he was there again in the stone place. Everyone was still here, and he had come to a near instant conclusion. The skeletons are a challenge, a challenge to prove your worth. Duvelna doesn’t need more followers, she needs worthy ones. At that moment Gird made a promise to himself before his goddess and the others. [color=f26522]“I will be mighty, I will be worthy. For my Goddess and for all of you. I will protect you.” [/color]he spoke aloud as blood dripped from his hand and his bloody scarlet red hand print across his chest. He turned to face the door and whatever danger might loom on the other side.

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[color=00a651]EXP:[/color] 20

[color=00a651]Inventory:[/color] A sharp stone, Alpha rabbit pelt,

[color=00a651]Clothing:[/color] Simple Loin cloth, vine chest wrap, vine rabbit pelt hand wraps,

[color=00a651]Weapons:[/color] Bite, decent wooden spear, Alpha rabbit Horn

[color=00a651]Acquired Skills:[/color] Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike,

[color=00a651]Titles:[/color]

[color=00a651]Blessings:[/color]

[color=ed1c24]Current Injuries:[/color] Multiple small cuts and scratches, bruising to right rib cage (sore and discolored skin), Cut on left arm,

[color=ed1c24]Curses:[/color]
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