[u][b]Skrik[/b][/u]

Success seemed to remain elusive.  Skrik slipped past the last few clumps of brush and back into view of the church.  He was a hobgoblin now, something should have changed... but it wasn't enough.  He'd been gone for a day and a night but only had a little to show for it.  He had one javelin left and he needed to make a new spear.  His expression was frustrated and grim as he walked across the cleared space and pushed open the door.  He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the young ones at first and just tossed the bundle of loot wrapped in rabbit skin toward the feet of the old goblin.

The bundle that he tossed inside for grandpa gob wasn't as large as usual.  There was meat from two horned rabbits, bones and skins from six others, and horns from four.  One horn he had kept for himself.  One thing was the same as always, the skulls were all missing.  He still buried them as he went.

He didn't say anything at first.  That old goblin knew by now that Skrik was trying to hunt something dangerous.  He would know that this had been another failure as well.  Skrik's talent for remaining uninjured after so many failed attempts was probably one of very few notable things about him.  And he was starting to get depressed.  After sharing a long look with grandpa gob, Skrik took a long breath and looked around.  At last, he noticed the young ones.

"All ready to hunt?"  He said at last.  "Guess I almost missed it."  His voice was soft and rough from disuse.  He had little reason to talk when hunting alone.

Some of the young brood were showing initiative that was odd, smart, but odd.  Butchering with tools before even hunting, forming alliances and talking about traps and strategies.  Skrik's eerie smile slowly spread across his face.  These would make the tribe stronger... or destroy it.  Either way, he needed to keep getting stronger or they'd leave him behind like some of his own generation had.  This was no time to be wallowing in self pity.  Maybe... he had simply reached a place where he couldn't accomplish his goals alone.

Skrik looked around but quickly realized that the younger generation probably didn't have the strength to help him just yet.  His goals were too ambitious for them to bridge the power gap.  Maybe later, but not now.  He'd need the help of another hobgoblin or two.  So far, he hadn't told anyone about the crystal pool or the bear.  Maybe it was time to find another hobgoblin interested in getting more power than just bigger muscles and weapons.

He waved at gramps and turned to walk back outside.  He'd stop if gramps called him, but otherwise he had gear to replace.  He needed more poison, and better ways of carrying it too.  One thing at a time.  Another spear.  He needed a stout wooden shaft to attach his newly acquired rabbit horn to.  He might ask later about where that young one got a sword, but for now, his own skills were focused around short blades and spears.  Considering short blades, Skrik couldn't help but grimace at the loss of his stone knife.  One thing at a time.


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Provided supplies to gramps [@Jangel13], Possible conversation lead with gramps.  Still standing in or near the doorway, available for contact until next cycle.
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-Poisoned Light Javelin (numbing)
-Horned rabbit horn
-Wrist and neck cloth wrapping and tight loincloth.

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