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"A black dragon? Hmm. Though my memory is missing information, a dragon... Is a rare creature, is it not?" Buddy pondered this thought. "Right. Drakes. Wyvens. That sort of thing, I think, are common in this world, but a true dragon... And a black one seems ominous. And Duke Erod Blackbane slew one. I hope this is true, if the dragon returns. I certainly hope you won't have to fight such a creature. They seem terrifying." Buddy's voice was plain as usual, but seemed more so now. It was like he was trying to hide something. "But for you to dream of dragons, surely this is a cruel fate. They are portents of destruction, if I remember correctly. What part you'll play... We shall have to see." Soon Elena stood up and walked around the corner. "I need to do some business, Buddy. Stay on watch please." Buddy looked at her and then back to you. "That does remind me, you may wish to clean yourself when we get the chance. We both smell of blood and gore."
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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.
I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.
As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.
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Right, now it was time to get to work. Food was down again so she sent the hunters to go hunt while the gatherers would need to grab more materials. She took note of Clod making himself leader of the hunting party even though she assigned Biggs. Orchid made a mental note to remember this. No doubt Biggs might come to her about this issue, though she figured if Biggs couldn’t prove himself a better warrior than he doesn’t deserve to be the Hunter Midboss. Even her kindness doesn’t get in the way of simple facts of competence.
As Orchid went to handle the badger hide, Crispy spoke to her about something. Something for medicine, mixing an herb called Bugwad, Kilm, some mushrooms, and the berries they’ve been eating. Also something from a beetle that makes fire, so a fire beetle. Certainly, it’d be more effective medicine than just chewed up herbs, and the fact they don’t live in or near the cave anymore would mean they need to find new ways to heal themselves. ”Alright then. When the hunters get back, and after we finish up things here, we’ll go looking for those herbs.”
Eventually the gatherers would return. More of the antidote ferns, a few sticks, more rocks, fines, and more berries. Counting them out, Orchid separated four berries from the nineteen; they can eat these four, but others needed to be saved for the medicine. It was time to get to work. She left Crispy and Wej to their own devices as she worked on tanning the hides of the armored badger. This process she knew was going to take time, but she also knew that all she needed to do was help prevent it from rotting. Hardening it would require time and materials that Orchid didn’t have, so she’d have to make due with what she did.
First Orchid needed to stretch the hide. She made a simple rack using two sticks and some vines, tightening the hide between the sticks, securing with the vines, and then doing that again on the opposite end. She hung the hide off a low branch as she grabbed one of the hard stones and used it to scour the badger’s hide of fat and other meaty bits. She could save it for later. Once she had scoured all of the fat off, she used a few more branches nearby to stretch out the hide.
The next process Orchid knew usually took a few days. When her father hunted deer, she’d remember seeing their skins hung up inside the barn for a while. However she didn’t have days to wait, and at the risk of lower their quality, she needed to make these hides useful soon. So once she had the hides stretched out, she placed them near the campfire to dry. She fed a few fresh branches to the fire so that it smoked the hides, helping it dry even if it would also end up making it a bit brittle. Now she just needed to wait. Orchid did this same process to the other badger hides, using local branches and sticks instead of the ones the gatherers brought.
Eventually the hunters would return with a dead hexcat. Orchid had a few ideas about how to work with that when suddenly there was an explosion. Orchid immediately reached for her club, and saw the mountains in the distance tumble and fall. What just happened? How did that occur? Immediately, Orchid assumed it had to be the work of those other monsters. Sure maybe they didn’t personally do it themselves, but there was no way that could’ve happened without them being too curious for their own good, and messing with something that could do that much damage.
Orchid growled and looked to the others. ”Fuckin hells, it’s not even noon yet. Whatever… Yous lot!” Orchid pointed towards the hunting crew. “You stay in camp for now, I’m going to go look for something. Don’t touch dat hex cat, I’ll butcher em up later. Wej, you stay ‘ere and make more rope, or weapons, or whatever. Gatherers, keep doing what you’re doing. Crispy,” Orchid looked to the older goblin. She still didn’t trust him. Frankly, this would be the perfect moment for him to betray her. Or for her to finish him off. ”Let’s go find that stuff you were talking about.”
As Orchid went to handle the badger hide, Crispy spoke to her about something. Something for medicine, mixing an herb called Bugwad, Kilm, some mushrooms, and the berries they’ve been eating. Also something from a beetle that makes fire, so a fire beetle. Certainly, it’d be more effective medicine than just chewed up herbs, and the fact they don’t live in or near the cave anymore would mean they need to find new ways to heal themselves. ”Alright then. When the hunters get back, and after we finish up things here, we’ll go looking for those herbs.”
Eventually the gatherers would return. More of the antidote ferns, a few sticks, more rocks, fines, and more berries. Counting them out, Orchid separated four berries from the nineteen; they can eat these four, but others needed to be saved for the medicine. It was time to get to work. She left Crispy and Wej to their own devices as she worked on tanning the hides of the armored badger. This process she knew was going to take time, but she also knew that all she needed to do was help prevent it from rotting. Hardening it would require time and materials that Orchid didn’t have, so she’d have to make due with what she did.
First Orchid needed to stretch the hide. She made a simple rack using two sticks and some vines, tightening the hide between the sticks, securing with the vines, and then doing that again on the opposite end. She hung the hide off a low branch as she grabbed one of the hard stones and used it to scour the badger’s hide of fat and other meaty bits. She could save it for later. Once she had scoured all of the fat off, she used a few more branches nearby to stretch out the hide.
The next process Orchid knew usually took a few days. When her father hunted deer, she’d remember seeing their skins hung up inside the barn for a while. However she didn’t have days to wait, and at the risk of lower their quality, she needed to make these hides useful soon. So once she had the hides stretched out, she placed them near the campfire to dry. She fed a few fresh branches to the fire so that it smoked the hides, helping it dry even if it would also end up making it a bit brittle. Now she just needed to wait. Orchid did this same process to the other badger hides, using local branches and sticks instead of the ones the gatherers brought.
Eventually the hunters would return with a dead hexcat. Orchid had a few ideas about how to work with that when suddenly there was an explosion. Orchid immediately reached for her club, and saw the mountains in the distance tumble and fall. What just happened? How did that occur? Immediately, Orchid assumed it had to be the work of those other monsters. Sure maybe they didn’t personally do it themselves, but there was no way that could’ve happened without them being too curious for their own good, and messing with something that could do that much damage.
Orchid growled and looked to the others. ”Fuckin hells, it’s not even noon yet. Whatever… Yous lot!” Orchid pointed towards the hunting crew. “You stay in camp for now, I’m going to go look for something. Don’t touch dat hex cat, I’ll butcher em up later. Wej, you stay ‘ere and make more rope, or weapons, or whatever. Gatherers, keep doing what you’re doing. Crispy,” Orchid looked to the older goblin. She still didn’t trust him. Frankly, this would be the perfect moment for him to betray her. Or for her to finish him off. ”Let’s go find that stuff you were talking about.”
Buddy continued to keep a look out, quiet as he contemplated things. "It was not by chance that you found me, I imagine. Nor for you to find these people. I am certain we will meet more in the future. I am curious to know what sort of company you attract. So far they seem an honest people, I merely have doubts because... I do not understand myself. My origins. My purpose. If you were meant to find me, what does that make me?" Buddy looked skywards into the night, still deep in thought. "I would like to think that regardless of who I was, I will be a heroic person as long as I am here with you. You are obviously on a journey, and I would want to make sure that you have the strength to do good during your quest, and to never be tempted by the powers of darkness. Yes..." Buddy held a hand over his core, as if he was feeling something. "Yes, that is what I believe."
”No.” Buddy said plainly. “As I receive these memories, there are emotions behind them I do not fully recognize as my own or not. Context that I only have one perception. They are slowly returning to me, but I need time to understand. I will come to you when I believe a possession is needed.” Buddy looked over back to you, then to Elena, and back to you again. ”Though I am curious. As I have only been with you all for a few days, what are your thoughts about the others? They seem to put a lot of trust in you.”
"It seems to be an exciting night for everyone." Buddy says dully. He turned to glance at Elena, who yawned and still seemed tired. "There are, perhaps, better ways to communicate with your allies. After all unlike myself, your voice works just fine with them. I tried to convey to Pylia that I understand her and can speak, however she understandably did not recognize what I was trying to communicate. Don't squander your opportunity, Sylvia. Appreciate the ability to allow your words to be conveyed to others, before you lose that chance like I have." Buddy seemed to remember something, but whatever it was he didn't seem to say much else about it. "Seeing Pylia in that distress seemed to awaken another memory. I cannot imagine it is a good one."
"Oh... Okay?" Elena was still confused but allowed you to go back to sleep. You'd lay down, trying to rest, even if your own feelings made that hard. Whatever your thoughts however you do eventually manage to drift to sleep, and soon you'd find yourself standing next to Buddy once again. Elena was there too, sitting next to the door with a lantern of a dagger in her hand. She seemed to be fine just sitting here watching out for trouble instead of walking around, and Buddy didn't bother her either. Noticing you he spoke. "I saw something when I was chasing after Pylia. She did not fall into a ditch, but there was red smoke. By the time I reached her the smoke was gone. I think something or someone found her and left before I could catch her."
Pylia just looked tired and despondent. "It's fine. I just fell into a ditch. You should... I'm going to bed. It's Elena's turn to watch." She quietly entered the ruined hut once more, wiping her feet and other mud off her body. She goes to wake up Elena for her watch, who was still groggy from her booze but went outside to keep watch. When she saw you she seemed confused. "Huh? Sylvia? What are you doing up?" As she asks you, Pylia beds down to rest.
Briar devoured your sandwich in two bites, giving a big burp when she finished. "Ah! That hit the spot! Thank you kindly, I wish I had something to give ya for it. But all I got is my gear and these amulets. Say, how about a secret then?" Briar pointed her morning star off towards the distance, sort of right of the mountain you came from. "They say in the Witchwoods there's crimson werebear who guards a magic tree with healing honey. Now, seems like a load of hogwash to me, but the honey is real. I've had some before. And who knows, if that bear is real too, any warrior would want the power of his curse. Food for thought for food in my belly, eh?" Briar chuckled as she hefted her weapon onto her shoulders, turning and walking away. "Thanks for your hospitality, Sylvia. Well I better get walking. There ain't no rest for the wicked while I'm still awake after all!" With a laugh that echoed through the night, Briar left the ruins. A few minutes later Pylia and Buddy would return, though Pylia looked notable dirty and disheveled.
"Whaaaaat!? You killed their leader already? Damn!" She sighed with disappointment. "I was hoping I could do it. I hear he's got this massive maul made from a sky rock, strong enough to crush through even plate mail. Granted I also heard he's actually a cyclops, can summon dragons, and lives in the sea.... Don't suppose any of those fit his description?" Her stomach growled, and Briar took out a thin piece of jerky to chew on. "Well, haven't heard about this stone house thing... Suppose I could go check it out. Don't suppose you have anything to eat? Damn harpies took my rations before I could get em."
"Huh! I didn't think anyone would be talkin about me! That'd explain why I'd been having a crummy time hunting bandits." The dwarf put her incredibly spiky morning star down, resting the head aginst the ground. "Ayup! Name's Briar. Been hunting brigands for a royal bounty." She reached behind her and took out a string of amulets. Iron Hammer amulets. "Captain of the guard's put out a bounty for Iron Hammer brigands, one royal for one amulet. Gotta turn these in quick before someone gets wise and just starts making them themselves, try and scam the guard. Did some work from here to the mountains, tried to find their camp, but turns out dead men tell no tales! I haven't really found their base or their leader. Don't suppose you know anything about where they're at?"
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