[b][u]The Third Day[/u][/b]
Silence.  Darkness.  Stillness.  Then, something changed.  There was feeling and presence, sound and touch, comfort and confusion.  He knew himself as person and male and… goblin.  His eyes slid open and saw blurs and shadows.  The blurs hurt his eyes and the shadows were confusing.  He heard crying, felt it shake him, knew he was crying too.  He wasn’t alone.  He calmed.  He slept.

[u][b]The Fifth Day[/b][/u]

It was later.  He was less tired.  He opened his eyes again.  He saw the blurs and shadows but didn’t understand them, so he mused on it and on the pain in his eyes for awhile while moving as best he could.  Meanwhile, he became more aware of his fingers and what he could feel.  While other goblins rushed to get names and make their simple loincloths before hurrying out of the cave, he hung back in the darker shadows.  He used his fingers to trace his own body.  He found the parts that pulsed and beat, the parts that swelled as he breathed, and the parts that he knew by instinct were important.  He looked at the other goblins and found the same parts on them.  Then he spotted something in his little dark corner, something that seemed to shine to his eyes.  It was a rock, rounded and wide on one side and flat and narrow on the other.  In fact, it was sharp and he used it to finally mimic the other goblins.  He made his own loincloth but he made it tighter and smaller with a piece cut off that he used to wrap the first places where he felt his life pulsing.  When he crawled out of the deepest darkness to receive his name he was wearing a strip of cloth around his neck and around each wrist as well as a tight loincloth and holding a sharp, flat edged rock firmly in one hand.  He smiled a twisted smile with his sharp teeth on display as he received his name, “Skrik”.

The outside beckoned and he knew that he would accomplish nothing more by curling up with his younger kin who had yet to rouse themselves.   So, he pushed himself up and tried to walk.  He had to catch himself a couple times before he mastered the balance required.  Then he walked out of the cave, more slowly than some.  His eyes adjusted to the light quickly and he took stock of the surroundings.

There were other goblins, wandering about or hunting with tools in hand.  Though, few of them had sharp tools like his rock.  Most had sticks or round rocks for hitting hard.  They were standing and walking and running.  But, they weren’t holding food and they looked hungry.  Skrik knew that he was getting hungry too.  If those around him were not holding food and they were still hungry then there was something wrong with what they were doing.  He stood and watched, not just the other goblins but the trees and the bushes and the dirt.  The answers to his questions and the problem at hand were right here, they had to be.

He concentrated, he saw details.  After an hour he realized that there were more than one type of tree and several kinds of bush.  He also realized that he was getting hungrier more quickly than he would like.  So, he decided to experiment.  He knew that his sharp rock could cut cloth.  It was time to test it against something else.  He selected a thick tree with white bark that was peeling away and looked like it might be sickly.  Then he chose a spot and struck it with his sharp rock, trying to peel off the outside.  Something as big as a tree should have some kind of strength inside it.  Maybe he could get some for himself.

The edge did not bite very deep but it was enough for him to grab and pull a small part of the bark away.  The outside was hard and stiff but the inside was soft and stringy.  He tore a little of the stringy part off and chewed it.  After a minute he spat it out.  His mouth was getting numb.  He hissed, or tried to.  The sound came out as a limp ‘phbbt’ since he couldn’t feel his tongue or lips.  Well, this was what he got for being curious, though this could be useful for other things related to food.  

The effect faded after a few minutes but by that time he had coated his little stone knife with the thick fluid that he squeezed from the inner bark.  If he couldn’t talk well after chewing it then it would probably make it hard for prey to move well if he could get it into them.  Though, he would still need a good way of getting close enough to use his knife.

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Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Numbing Bark

Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight
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