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Caravan: Resurrection

Vizz- Still under this damn Bridge!

Vizz rolled his eyes as he was starting to get bored. It was time to try one more time to get that gem or get on with the day. The Gibu shook his head. "No. No. Wrong. Definitely don't hide in the sewers... all the time... during the day as well! It's a good spot, okay!?" Vizz said as he listed off all the misconceptions this kid had. Geez, what do they even teach in school nowadays? Wait. Why was he defending himself? He didn't need to answer to this punk. The Greenskin's ears twitched at the sound of "Trash Goblin." Vizz whipped around when he heard that and stared the kid down. "Listen buddy. I'll go by many nicknames, but I ain't gonna be called nothing to do with trash! Got it?" He scowled aggressively. It was tiring having his people be misunderstood like that, but there was nothing Vizz could do to change that. He certainly wasn't a revolutionary.

The Gibu sighed. This wasn't worth getting upset over. There's no way he was gonna get that gem for free now. An idea crossed his mind. He reached into his pouch and pulled out an small, silver medallion, with bronze for the teeth.. "Sorry... that was... unexpected..." He mumbled, clearing his throat. Apologising was not his style. Vizz offered the boy the emblem. "Here. A trade. My trinket for your gem. Do we have a deal?" This was the emblem of the Emerald Cutthroats, the Guild he belonged to. While these are usually valuable, he could easily get another one. Anyone that isn't a part of the guild could 'cash it in' for a free task from the Gibu it belonged to, and that's where the value came in. Although, Vizz wasn't just gonna spell it out for the kid.

Diddly Do

Damien- The fuck is this?

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Damien rolled out of the spaceship and hit the back wall with a grunt. As his senses returned to him, Damien saw Fanny was above him and heard her remark. He rolled his eyes and gently pushed her off. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He grumbled as he stood up and offered a hand to Fanny. He looked around the now metal environment they were in. Some sort of... sci-fi spaceship hangar? He didn't really know. However, something about it made him uneasy. "You might need to be on guard. We are clearly intruding." The monotone voice of Bael echoed in Damien's mind.

The half-demon nodded and put his hands together in a praying position. Damien slowly manifested is chain scythe, Bael and started looking around before the man in a metal suit made his presence known. Instincitvely, Damien protectively put his hand in front of Fanny, his grip tightening on the handles. Damien scowled at the man. "Look, man. I'm not gonna lie. I have no idea why we're here. I'm Damien. This is Fanny. We jumped into a portal and ended up here. That's all I know." Damien explained as he eyed the robot that also had it's guns trained on the pair.

"What? Not so good yourself so you get a robot to do shit for you? C'mon, metal man. You look like some sort of techno-soldier. It's disappointing. Really." Damien taunted, trying to show that he wasn't phased.

Caravan: Resurrection

Vizz- Still under Berganfont Bridge

Vizz couldn't help but do a "what the hell?" gesture as he heard the term 'Greenie'. "Really!? THAT'S what you call us? That's like if I called you guys "pinkies". Not like you can talk, pointy." The Gibu retorted, referring to the young Eldi's ears, which was ironic considering Vizz's own ears which jutted out of either side of his head. Jeez, you'd think having a bigger body would let you have a bigger brain. What a joke.

"I mean... I don't steal from the Castelli's. Don't even know who they are." Vizz mumbled the last bit. "And I certainly don't steal goddamn potatoes! The hell do you think Gibu actually do!?" He ranted on. Gibu's ears twitched as he glanced out of the entranceway, checking for any guards or even people to remember for a later theft.

Caravan: Resurrection

Vizz- Berganfont sewers

The boy would hear a wild cackle from within the darkness. A rather grating and gravelly voice was soon to follow. "Ahahahaha. Oh man, kid! That's some funny shit." The disembodied voice echoed against the sewer walls. The young Eldi would be greeted by a grinning, green-skinned imp of a creature, still chuckling to himself. Vizz stepped out of the shadows slapped the back of his hand against the boy's knee. "Relax, kid. I'm hiding down here too." He reassured with a smile. Although in reality, Vizz really couldn't give a fuck. Or... rather he didn't, until the glint of shiny metal caught his eye. A specific shine in particular.

"Niiice haul, man." The Gibu Thief complimented with a smirk and a nod. "Us thieves gotta stick together, y'know?" He continued, carrying on his yammering and soon-to-be deception. Vizz REALLY wanted that diamond. Black gems were well sought after and highly requested on the contract board back at the Guild. An idea raced across Vizz's mind. He jabbed a fat, gnarled finger at the diamond. "That? That's worthless, kid. No one's gonna want that shit." The Gibu lied through his teeth. Hopefully this kid was as dumb as Vizz thought. He might actually buy it. Vizz gestured to himself as he continued to talk. "Me though? I'm a collector. Can't get enough!" He fabricated. "Yeah! Tell you what, let's make a deal. You give me that black gem, and I'll help you get outta here to wherever you're going!" Vizz offered. Easy trade for even easier work.

The Gibu extended his spinach-coloured hand. "Whaddya say?"

Caravan: Resurrection

The Greenskin Thief

Name: Vizz, The Thief.

Age: 24

Appearance:

Personality: Vizz is a sarcastic little fellow who has no qualms in making snide remarks while slicing the throats of those in his way. While he's no Robin Hood, Vizz isn't cruel enough to steal from the already destitute. However, his gains are his alone, whether it's selling what he steals or completing a contract to "recover" something valuable. After a life of being hated for what he is, Vizz isn't too fond of keeping company, unless it's necessary or he's among his guild. Vizz prefers to fight when he has to, and usually from the shadows. Vizz is by no means physically strong or skilled in swordfights, but he knows he's good at sneaking and stabbing, usually together.

Height: 3' 8"

Race: Gibu

Home Nation: Unknown

Magical Capabilities: Gibu have an innate affinity to Metaphysical magic and Vizz enjoys using it, even if he can't use it often. Vizz has practiced magic to get him out of sticky situations, usually deploying his magic in escape trick tactics. Summoning a tennis-sized ball of light to explode as a flashbang, creating a noise as a distraction from the opposite way a guard is looking or changing his own gravity to help him jump incredible distances that his Gibu agility cannot cover are all techniques Vizz can employ. He has no directly offensive capabilities in terms of spells but, of course, that's why you bring a knife.

History: Vizz doesn't usually have much to say about where he came from. And honestly, it doesn't really matter to him. The Gibu Thief grew up in the streets of a small town in Marrenfell after his parents moved in from the Gibu Home Nation. They lived their life in secret, and lived off of lying and stealing. His father was a great teacher in the art of sneaking and stabbing, while his mother taught Vizz the ways of creeping and pickpocketing. However, they also taught Vizz a mantra to live by. "Let the poor be poor, but it's the rich who deserve it."

Of course, a thief's upbringing meant that he didn't grow up in luxury. Many, if not all, Gibu rarely did enjoy the finer life. However, Vizz wasn't content. Once he was old enough, he said farewell to his home and parents before moving on to another city, then the next one, and so on and so forth. It wasn't until a few years until Vizz met more of his kind. Just outside Berganfont is a Thieve's Guild, comprised entirely of Gibu. Vizz immediately set out to join, and was welcomed with open arms. It is now here in the neighbouring jungle that Vizz resides, eating and drinking with his brotherhood.

The Emerald Cutthroats usually accept contracts through secret drop-boxes scattered throughout the town. The contracts are posted onto the board and the Gibu pick which ones they wanna do to collect the promised reward, while picking up any extra gold or valuables during the mission. These contracts range from stealing valuable artefacts, sabotage or even assassination. The Gibu have no problem in using their natural talents for coin and Vizz certainly has no qualms.

Caravan: Resurrection

The Greenskin Thief

Name: Vizz, The Thief.

Age: 24

Appearance:

Personality: Vizz is a sarcastic little fellow who has no qualms in making snide remarks while slicing the throats of those in his way. While he's no Robin Hood, Vizz isn't cruel enough to steal from the already destitute. However, his gains are his alone, whether it's selling what he steals or completing a contract to "recover" something valuable. After a life of being hated for what he is, Vizz isn't too fond of keeping company, unless it's necessary or he's among his guild. Vizz prefers to fight when he has to, and usually from the shadows. Vizz is by no means physically strong or skilled in swordfights, but he knows he's good at sneaking and stabbing, usually together.

Height: 3' 8"

Race: Gibu

Home Nation: Unknown

Magical Capabilities: Gibu have an innate affinity to Metaphysical magic and Vizz enjoys using it, even if he can't use it often. Vizz has practiced magic to get him out of sticky situations, usually deploying his magic in escape trick tactics. Summoning a tennis-sized ball of light to explode as a flashbang, creating a noise as a distraction from the opposite way a guard is looking or changing his own gravity to help him jump incredible distances that his Gibu agility cannot cover are all techniques Vizz can employ. He has no directly offensive capabilities in terms of spells but, of course, that's why you bring a knife.

History: Vizz doesn't usually have much to say about where he came from. And honestly, it doesn't really matter to him. The Gibu Thief grew up in the streets of a small town in Marrenfell after his parents moved in from the Gibu Home Nation. They lived their life in secret, and lived off of lying and stealing. His father was a great teacher in the art of sneaking and stabbing, while his mother taught Vizz the ways of creeping and pickpocketing. However, they also taught Vizz a mantra to live by. "Let the poor be poor, but it's the rich who deserve it."

Of course, a thief's upbringing meant that he didn't grow up in luxury. Many, if not all, Gibu rarely did enjoy the finer life. However, Vizz wasn't content. Once he was old enough, he said farewell to his home and parents before moving on to another city, then the next one, and so on and so forth. It wasn't until a few years until Vizz met more of his kind. Just outside Berganfont is a Thieve's Guild, comprised entirely of Gibu. Vizz immediately set out to join, and was welcomed with open arms. It is now here in the neighbouring jungle that Vizz resides, eating and drinking with his brotherhood.

The Emerald Cutthroats usually accept contracts through secret drop-boxes scattered throughout the town. The contracts are posted onto the board and the Gibu pick which ones they wanna do to collect the promised reward, while picking up any extra gold or valuables during the mission. These contracts range from stealing valuable artefacts, sabotage or even assassination. The Gibu have no problem in using their natural talents for coin and Vizz certainly has no qualms.

Caravan: Resurrection

@texI'll join the discord. Thanks :D

Caravan: Resurrection

@texGot room for another?

Diddly Do

On a far away planet

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The sky had dimmed a hazy green. The air was becoming hard to breathe as the Legion came. Huge pods hurtled down from the sky like meteors, exploding upon impact and creating huge spore clouds. Humans and aliens alike ran for their insignificant lives. Pod after pod being launched from the huge orbiting bio-ship, barraging the doomed planet. Skin rotted away as if acid had been poured over the victim as their teeth morphed into fangs and bone ruptured into vicious spikes or armor. Any words spoken or begs of help were soon replaced with primal snarling and screeching. A survivor sprinted down the alleys. The young human woman had affixed a re-breather to her face and scavenged a pistol from an unfortunate policeman. She thrusted her shoulder into a door to force it open.

The infected, the previous shop owner, turned his... it's head on a swivel and screamed, sprinting towards the woman. Instinctively, she raised her gun and squeezed the trigger. The plasma round whizzed through the air and split apart the skull in two. She couldn't hang around. She had to keep moving. The Legion knew and heard everything. If one infected saw or heard something, they all did. Such was the power of the Hive-Mind. A constant network of telepathic communication. A million voices and one singular voice working parallel to each other.

The woman could hear the chittering and scuttling of a Skitterer Swarm now in pursuit. With every step the woman made, the swarm made up for five. One pounced onto her back. She managed to throw it off and blast it back to whatever fresh hell it came from, but by the time it took to turn the monster into little wet chunks, it was too late. They began to crawl up her legs and all around her. The swarm of skitterers were hungry. Many fangs sinked into her flesh in rapid succession. Her body was razed in a matter of minutes, leaving nothing but an already decaying skeleton with little flesh and cloth left.

On the street, a Brute overturned a car wreckage and stepped onto it before releasing a loud, guttural roar as this planet was now conquered by The Legion.