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From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Duthguy or clear out the skeletons and use the church as a base. Clearly the creatures of the forst dont like it and have learned to stay away.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Goblin Gird

At the cave talking with Goblin Grandpa /// towards evening > Night // Day 3

Gird took a knee and listened carefully to what the elder said. It was all incredibly useful information. Spiders, vipers, wolves, and rabbits. The wolves interested him the most, something about them called to out to his instincts. These were things he would have to hunt eventually but right now he had to focus on simple tasks. He would have to make do with the rabbits for now and attempt to find or make better things to hunt with. He would also need to train and grow stronger and smarter.

The goblin paused for a moment when another goblin approached. Honestly he couldn’t quite remember his name. It would seem that he was in a similar predicament, both their hunting partners have yet to return. “You too huh? How about we go find our friends in the morning together then?” a simple suggestion, but he felt this male may be slightly more cautious than he was. “You can call me Gird by the way. If you don’t have anything to do later before you sleep, I think we could both do well with a little training.”

He looked back to the elder for a moment at his mention of gods when he was told of one of his sisters also not returning. “Goblin Grandpa… what do you mean by gods? I mean who are these gods?” an interesting topic, somehow he knows what the word means, but he doesn’t know what gods there are. He has no idea what their names are or what they represent. However, Gird would not be above praying to one of these gods he would think aligns with his values.

@Duthguy
@Jangel13

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 8

Inventory: a sharp stone, 5 x blue berries,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, vine chest wrap, vine hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden branch,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite,

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

His plan had bought them time if only for a moment. The demon stumbled on the soft ground before falling to the ground with a tremendous thunder. For a moment the half Orc had to breath and regain his focus. His friends valiantly continued their assault while he watched gathering his strength for the next spell. Blood still trickled down off his hand. It would be some time before he would be getting it healed.

He was watching carefully how the beast and its armor moved and reacted with each attack. A thought finally began to surface in his mind, “maybe religious symbols could help?” he thought to himself watching a few glory hungry soldiers foolishly charge the beast. The acid seemed to work well against it, arrows weren't getting through, even a fiery blast from Ardurs flames barely scratched the surface. But one giveaway did show itself, red lightning danced across the black armor after the flames hit it. it was enchanted. For a moment he pondered how long it took for someone to enchant something of that size and complexity.

That thought was fleeting. One of the foot soldiers decided to pull a spear from one of the corpses. He didn't know this one too well, Gilly maybe? But what the man did do was significantly draw the ire of the giant. For what ever reason pulling the spears from the corpses seems to have enraged it. Perhaps it's a weakness then or perhaps it hurts it.

The shaman was quite unsure but after seeing it charge after Gilly like that he knew it was at least important in some way. The half Goliath started to sprint away from the others in an opposite direction from the beast, putting the others between himself and the beast while still staying in the field, “Kharne! Get ready!” he called out to his brother. Out of all the other inquisitors he preferred the company of this one to all the others. He trusted him and they shared many similarities. From their sheer size to their fighting styles and personality, the duo made a good team when they were together.

Genthok made sure the giant was on the other side of the area where the ground was weakened. With his hammer at his side he paused in the open field gathering his strength and praying. “Hear me Goddess Eridani, guardian of the forests, keeper of balance, builder of life and harbinger of death. Hear me, lend me your praise so that I may smite this abomination. This arrogant creature who seeks to tip the balance of life and death.” as he spoke his eyes, hands, and the scar on his chest began to glow a slight green. His hands slowly began to grow tougher with what looked like tree bark. “Protect me and my kin from the demons rage!”

With this last shout the shaman thrust his hands into the earth. Slight movement could be seen and heard from the ground. Multiple small veins cracked and tore from him in all directions seemingly heading toward every spear within 75 yards. These cracks stopped just short of the spears within the radius. Genthok was completely concentrated on the spell he was casting. Very little aside from physical contact could break him from this.

As the last few veins stopped near the spears, they all began to move again. This time roots would try to climb and crawl up the spears gripping them and pulling them free of their “sheaths” and dropping them. He only hoped he could draw the giants attention and make it run back through all hazards his team had created on the field. Not only this but he hoped it would cause an opening for them to strike as well. Genthok has no way to tell if all he did was make the beast stronger, piss it off to no end, or delay the end of the world. Hell for all he knows he could have just summoned a dammed fairy. But thus is what happens when you make a gamble and hope for the best.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 yeah that was the plan but he doesnt have alot of food left.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13

Gird thinks that's a fair trade

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Goblin Gird

At the cave talking with Goblin Grandpa /// towards evening > Night // Day 3

The fast walk back to the cave was rather uneventful. He did stop for a moment again near the hollow tree to reapply the mud and maybe scavenge just a few more berries. But soon, the land scape slowly turned back into the patchwork of trails and light underbrush. For him this confirmed that his instinctual sense of direction wasn't off by too much and would only add to his confidence when out in the forest.

The goblin did notice a few others that woke up with him this morning heading back towards the cave. The others didn't look like they were banged up as bad as he was. His thoughts made him feel the injury at his side, the slight sting was a painful lesson. At least now he knew to be a bit more careful. "Come brothers!" he called out to no one in particular, "The night is fast approaching and our prey has gone to ground. Now we must rest for another day of hunting in the morning."

Goblin Gird was in high spirits although a bit sore with the ever lingering feeling of hunger at the back of his mind. A feeling that pushed him to do better and to take any opportunity to find food. The blueberries he found earlier where sweet and only a little sour. They helped to stifle his hunger as he walked. Now he still had things to do, first on this list was find that old goblin and ask him some questions, then train with this stick and his fists. He felt he needed to better train himself and become stronger, so he could help and survive.

It only took the young goblin a few minutes to eventually find that old goblin off by himself in the cave, "Goblin Grandpa. I have unfortunately returned without my hunting partner. Goblin Luz said she wanted to hunt a bit longer when I decided to head back, thought you should know." Gird looked around the cave for a moment before looking back to his elder. "I don't know about the others though but I do want to ask you something." again he paused as he took the rabbit fur cloak off.

"The first thing you told us was nothing in this world comes free. So I would like to trade you this fur for knowledge." he held out the Alpha horned rabbit pelt towards the elder. "The knowledge I seek is what creatures do you know of reside within this forest, where I can find them, and how do I hunt them?" straight forward and to the point, he wasn't trying to sugar coat his intentions. The goblin was simply trying to get a leg up in this world but not necessarily over the other goblins.

@Jangel13

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 8

Inventory: a sharp stone, 5 x blue berries,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, Alpha horned rabbit fur cloak, vine chest wrap, vine hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden branch,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite,

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13
Girds on his way back so im good with what i got.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Goblin Gird

Heading back to the cave with Luz /// Mid afternoon > towards eavning // Day 3

The goblin smiled at Luz when she thanked him and the then complemented him. He would note it later that she showed concern for his injury. “I’ll be alright, just going to be sore for a bit.” Gird watched her closely as she left back to the tree to retrieve another stick for her spear. She seemed rather intuitive when it came to wrapping the horn on the spear and did seem rather happy he suggested it. With her thank you he smiled and nodded while wrapping the berry’s he had in some large leaves he would use to carry them in. He waited for another moment for her to get her things set before leading them deeper through the forest.

The next few hours of walking didn’t lead anything too promising. Other than tracks and animal trails this path didn’t lead to any new resources or to any more food. Occasionally Gird would stop for a moment at a clearing to glance at the sun. His instincts telling him to find shelter before it got too dark. “Hey hold up for a moment” he called to her stopping in a small clearing in the forest. “We should head back now, so we don’t get caught out here in the dark.”

He was glancing around while saying this and spotted a blue berry bush near them. He approached it and started picking the blue berry’s leaving the yellow and green ones as they were. The other berries where smaller, and they were not in the rabbits home when they inspected it. He spent a few minutes picking through the berries until his small pouch was full. He stopped for a moment again and glanced around. “So if you want to stay out here that’s fine. But, I’m going back to the cave.” His instincts were beginning to blare at him to hurry to safety, something about night spooked him a bit. The last thing he wanted was to return to that darkness. The goblin would wait for his companion if she chooses to come with him for a moment before following their tracks and trail back towards the cave.

@demonspade64
@Jangel13

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 8

Inventory: a sharp stone, 16 x blue berries,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, Alpha horned rabbit fur cloak, vine chest wrap, vine hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden staff,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite,

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

@Ronin Lotusim still here and okay with this.

Cute Kids Fighting Big Wars

I can only hope that it is alright.