Skrik & Grik Collaboration:
Skrik was pleased at the results of his efforts. An uncommon spear head and a good quality axe head were good results for an amateur, to say nothing of the skill that he gained. With this skill, he'd have a much easier time making decent weapons and tools for future hunts. But, more importantly for the moment, he had finished his reward for his cousin. Looking over, he easily confirmed that his young cousin was still nearby... and looking a bit disappointed. Well, that was natural.
"Young one, here." He said without preamble as he held out the good quality axe head. "This should be good for your hunting. Add it to your club. We'll be hunting when you're done." the young goblin perked up at this, and eagerly took the axe head in his hands while he dragged the club closer to where he was sitting. Grik was slightly more engaged as he was excited to be properly rewarded by his older relative.
Skrik's mouth curved upward at one corner, just a little. He had succeeded in rewarding his young cousin well. But, now the questions that remained were how much time it would take to finish the weapon and how much time would remain for them to hunt before nightfall. They would need a good tree to spend the night in as well. Skrik's small smile vanished at the thought of the two of them confronting those wolves on the ground. That would be... a brief and unpleasant affair.
In the meantime, Skrik took note of the rocks that his young cousin gathered and started trying to increase their number. Even if they couldn't kill a wolf from a tree, they could practice and maybe improve their chances later.
Grik took his time figuring out how to attach the axe head to his club but took this opportunity to pester the hob with a few questions but one stuck out amongst the chatter between his task, one that was something of a thought that he blurted out
"...Did you ever feel like your brothers and sisters ignored you? Do you hate them?" it was something he had on his mind yet he failed to keep the thought to himself.
Skrik stopped his work for a moment to consider the question. It wasn't really something that he had thought about much. Besides, he had been keeping a casual eye on his young cousin's progress with his new weapon. The change of subject was rather sudden.
"I don't hate them. We all hunt to become stronger, each in a different way. We can't stay together and get what we want." He said flatly as he returned to his work. It was true that he missed the company of his siblings from time to time but they had never been coddled. Survival first, everything else came later. For that very survival, tools and powers were necessary. "My siblings sought power through hunting first. I looked for tools and other methods first. But, it's time for me to begin truly hunting. I need to be stronger to get the methods that I want."
The young goblin listened intently to his cousin, nodding at the explanation.
"I guess I understand, but my siblings didn't even speak to me. I just don't understand why, and it makes me want them to fail..." he said sounding hurt and angry.
"You need to be strong. If they help you, you will be weaker. Most of them would see you being with me as a bad thing, holding you back... allowing you to be weak. I will reward progress but I will not give you anything for free. I will not go that far." Skrik fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "Failure is death. Death allows no returns. Your feelings are your own. Make your own choice."
Grik grew silent as he got close to finishing his task of fitting the axe head to the hefty stick he was clenching tightly between his legs, using the strength he had to hold the club still enough to chip the top with a rock he picked up from the ground. It took a few minutes but before he got close to finishing he spoke up in a solemn tone.
"My choice is to take action, to meet every challenge without fear." Grik told the hob before returning his attention to the club.
"I thought so. That's why I made the axe." Skrik said with a nod as he set down the few additional throwing stones that he had completed next to his junior and began to walk out of the cave. "I will look for a tree strong enough to shelter us for the night. When you are done, come out and join me for our hunt."
The trees near this cave were not very suitable since most of the low branches had been broken off by young goblins looking for easy clubs. But, Skrik knew that there would be better trees close enough. He would stay relatively close and quiet. It would also be important to find out if this cave would attract anything looking for a lair.
@Jangel13@Dark CloudSummary: Skrik
- Gave Good Quality Axe Head to Grik
- Made/found a few more throwing stones for Grik
- Went out to search for a tree that can protect both of them from wolves at night
- Also looking for signs of any new beasts in the area
Summary: Grik
- Crafted the Good Axe Head to his club.
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