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So, I guess I'm off alone to take a look around the area. Can I get the results?
@Jangel13
So, I guess I'm off alone to take a look around the area. Can I get the results?
Poor Lothar, off to go alone it appears.
Question, how much liberty do we have in terms of items/crafting? I've been assuming that unless you mention it in a post, then it doesn't exist. But then, do we really need a post to indicate that we picked up a normal rock?
First day, all these goblin babies around him had grown significantly as their bodies developed quickly. Most could move, albeit, clumsily around the day. It was tiring to get used to moving around so much, but it seemed that by the end of the day most could crawl around and babble freely. The second day was even stranger as everyone could now stand and walk around. They were masters of their bodies, and could now begin to talk a bit. Their new names seemed to be the topic of a lot of attention. Lothar seemed to be the one to quickly grasp the concept of language as he found himself being able to communicate with short phrases. Still everyone else wasn't too far behind, and everyone managed to learn each other's names pretty quickly.
The third day everyone woke up to a surprise. It seemed that everyone had officially grown up enough that they could start taking care of themselves and that's exactly what Gramps wanted them to do, to go out and hunt their own food. Two of Lothar's sibling seemed to be very eager and began to leave to go hunting in a pair. Lothar took this opportunity to say out loud "Hold on. We should take a look around the area first instead of heading straight into hunting. You know... I don't think it'll be easy enough that we can do it with our bare hands. We should probably look around for some sizable rocks and large sticks at the very least and if there's time we should learn what the terrain is like around here. Anyone who wants to can feel free to join me." as he began to head out as well, but to look around the area first instead of going straight into hunting.
That said, some of the old man's words still lingered in his head. The way that he spoke seemed to indicate that he did have some supplies remaining even though he was no longer willing to share them. Where were these supplies and exactly what was he hiding? Surely they had some basic equipment that they could afford to give out if it meant that more of the new goblins would survive to grow stronger. Something seemed very illogical and inefficient about this entire situation, but as of now he wasn't someone who could do anything about it.
The third day everyone woke up to a surprise. It seemed that everyone had officially grown up enough that they could start taking care of themselves and that's exactly what Gramps wanted them to do, to go out and hunt their own food. Two of Lothar's sibling seemed to be very eager and began to leave to go hunting in a pair. Lothar took this opportunity to say out loud "Hold on. We should take a look around the area first instead of heading straight into hunting. You know... I don't think it'll be easy enough that we can do it with our bare hands. We should probably look around for some sizable rocks and large sticks at the very least and if there's time we should learn what the terrain is like around here. Anyone who wants to can feel free to join me." as he began to head out as well, but to look around the area first instead of going straight into hunting.
That said, some of the old man's words still lingered in his head. The way that he spoke seemed to indicate that he did have some supplies remaining even though he was no longer willing to share them. Where were these supplies and exactly what was he hiding? Surely they had some basic equipment that they could afford to give out if it meant that more of the new goblins would survive to grow stronger. Something seemed very illogical and inefficient about this entire situation, but as of now he wasn't someone who could do anything about it.
Leechee... come on mate. Ya holdin up tha show.
Got my post up. Please excuse me for using my character's name this early. Got unnerved by continuously using he since it was ambiguous and made it grammatically confusing as to who I was referring to.
Light.
A light that is neither warm nor comforting.
Painfully blinding light.
Much like waking up day after a heavy night of drinking…
Wait, drinking what?
Everything was just so fuzzy and painful.
“Come…”
The silence was breaking by a sudden, harsh sound “K” that formed the beginning of the word. He could recognize the sound as some sort of speech, but how did he learn this language? It seemed so familiar and foreign at the same time. Lothar looked over at the source of the sound as his eyes finally adjusted to his surroundings. It was a queer, green man who stood and towered above green babies that laid on the ground. He had the appearance of a proud grandfather, watching over his grandchildren. Lothar took the opportunity to look around the area. It was clear that they were in some sort of clearing in a rock formation. What they were doing there… who knew, but did it really matter to him right now?
There wasn’t anything that Lothar could seem to do. He had come to realize that he was also a green baby as well as his stubby green arms and legs betrayed his identity. It was then that he realized exactly what he was, a goblin. He tried to reply to the elder, but he could only babble some bastardized words. “Gum” that was the closest that Lothar could imitate the elder. It was rather frustrating. Lothar wanted some answers, and at the moment only this old man had them. What could Lothar do to somehow get his attention or get him to talk some more? He tried to flip over to his side as he prone on his back, but this was no easy feat as he found it hard to control his body. Lothar was determined to try to use his small arms and legs to crawl towards the elder.
A light that is neither warm nor comforting.
Painfully blinding light.
Much like waking up day after a heavy night of drinking…
Wait, drinking what?
Everything was just so fuzzy and painful.
“Come…”
The silence was breaking by a sudden, harsh sound “K” that formed the beginning of the word. He could recognize the sound as some sort of speech, but how did he learn this language? It seemed so familiar and foreign at the same time. Lothar looked over at the source of the sound as his eyes finally adjusted to his surroundings. It was a queer, green man who stood and towered above green babies that laid on the ground. He had the appearance of a proud grandfather, watching over his grandchildren. Lothar took the opportunity to look around the area. It was clear that they were in some sort of clearing in a rock formation. What they were doing there… who knew, but did it really matter to him right now?
There wasn’t anything that Lothar could seem to do. He had come to realize that he was also a green baby as well as his stubby green arms and legs betrayed his identity. It was then that he realized exactly what he was, a goblin. He tried to reply to the elder, but he could only babble some bastardized words. “Gum” that was the closest that Lothar could imitate the elder. It was rather frustrating. Lothar wanted some answers, and at the moment only this old man had them. What could Lothar do to somehow get his attention or get him to talk some more? He tried to flip over to his side as he prone on his back, but this was no easy feat as he found it hard to control his body. Lothar was determined to try to use his small arms and legs to crawl towards the elder.
@Jangel13 I did read rule 7 and followed it. Kind of hid it in my CS under personality. It's near the end. Thought it was a funny/cheeky way to include it.
Got my character up. Waiting on your mark.
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