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

Several young goblins were heading out to try their luck at hunting.  Others were looking for weapons or materials first and still others, mostly girls, were talking up a storm as they planned their hunts and traps.  Kids.  How many of them would survive to be hobgoblins?  Why hadn't more of the tribe gotten that far?  What was so different about Skrik's own older siblings?  What was different about him?  He shook his head to clear it of confusion.  The only part of those thoughts that was important right now was the unspoken question.  "Does it matter?"

Right now, the answer was no.  So, Skrik looked at the tribe again.  His elder siblings were all busy.  He'd slow them down if he tried to join them right now.  That wouldn't get him to where he wanted to be either.  He wanted them to...  He shook his head again.  That thought was for later.

If he couldn't work with his elders right now, that left the young ones.  The girls were all banding together.  Their planning session had been interesting to listen to.  They probably would welcome him but his influence would not help them with their plans.  Then there was that one that wandered off to hunt alone.  That was the most likely of them, for now.

As much as Skrik was certain that they weren't strong enough to help him overcome his current obstacle, they were still capable of helping him prepare more easily.  Maybe working together would also ease the gnawing hollow feeling that food and effort had never succeeded in touching.  When he returned and spent a few moments among the rest of the tribe the hollow feeling turned sharper and more painful, but it was more bearable at the same time.  Strange... and troublesome.

It was time to follow his young relative.  Help wouldn't ask for itself.  Skrik tried to track his younger kin silently.  He didn't want to disturb any hunt or make himself the prey for something else.  He also kept his eyes open for any stout branches or young saplings that would make good spear shafts, javelins, or clubs.


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Eavesdropped on the young ones discussing traps while standing in the church doorway.  Tried to track Grik [@Dark Cloud]without being detected.  Also looking for wood suitable for spear, club, javelin crafting. [@Jangel13]
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-Poisoned Light Javelin (numbing)
-Horned rabbit horn
-Wrist and neck cloth wrapping and tight loincloth.
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