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From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Guy0fV4lor Wow. Wrong gender assumption and generally offensive character judgement all in one go. Vaguely impressive, if a little too imaginative given the sentence that it was drawn from. 6/10.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

I still breathe!!!

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I'm planning to leave Skurr's next post until he's back at the Chapel. Feel free to puppet him until then since he's likely to be mumbling and slightly feverish by the time they make it back there. After all, only his most serious injury has been treated and he's been covered in filth of ... all kinds, for hours, after fighting in bare feet.

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@Strange Rodent

That works for me.

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@Ladypug, I'd be open to a collab but I'm pretty exhausted myself. I'm having to burn the candle at both ends a lot this week.

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@Ladypug, Yeah. I was figuring that if Skurr was noticed at all then it would have been more the spear that would have caught the eye. There aren't many short spear users in the city with metal strips running down the length of the spear. Of course, by now that spear isn't very shiny.

Conversation would be a good thing, I think. Skurr will probably be looking for a career change as a result of some off screen life events of his.

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@Rai, That's the problem I was running into as I was thinking about it. Though, it would be an interesting concept for a recovery based monster. It would simply need to have a symbiotic relationship with another monster that had more of an aggressive or defensive combat role. It could even be colonial, much like ants. In any case, I'll leave it at that for now. We'll see if I can come up with a less exhaustion addled concept later.

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... I'm debating the viability of a monster inspired by LARP ... ... foam-like weapons and thrown sandbags included.

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@Ladypug, what would be the odds that Cassius would notice Skurr as he was picking off Hellhound Knights during the run to the chapel?

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Skurr walked slowly toward the chapel from the direction of the docks. The fires in the city had loosed enough sparks into the winds that the sails of several vessels had caught. There were few ships that sank for this reason, but several had, and others had suffered significant damage. Skurr had spent the night after the battle helping to douse fires and rescue the people who were stranded on burning ships.

But, that was only after he realized that he couldn't achieve what he had set out to. He had been following the princess and her guards, picking off the enemies chasing them one at a time from behind, but he had never been able to kill the last of them before they called for more. It had been a rough run through bloody streets. When they reached the chapel, he realized that he wouldn't be much use trying to hold a fixed position. He hadn't been able to do enough to really tip the scales at the gate and he hadn't been able to eliminate the pursuers of the princess. He hadn't even been able to... well... it had been a long night for everyone.

He passed the corner of the building and found a crate sitting against the wall. He leaned against it and slowly slumped to sit against it, letting his spear slide until it lay across his lap. His working leathers were covered in blood, soot, and worse. His bare feet were black with all sorts of vileness. His hair was matted with blood from a close call with an axe. It hadn't even hurt until he sat down. But, the throbbing was getting troublesome.

Skurr looked at the chapel without really seeing it. His gaze was blank, exhausted, and lost. He wasn't blind, though. The man sitting on the steps of the chapel, opposite his own resting place, was the very man who had been carrying the Princess to safety. Though, it did take him a moment to recognize him. Oh, gods... his head hurt...