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From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Hobgoblin Gird

Talking to the Goddess >>>> On the Hunt again /// Day 5 // Afternoon > Evening

Gird watched the others get their things together and start to follow him out of the webbed forest. The walk was rather short before the sun was beginning to draw closer to the horizon. The thought of darkness breathed an air of caution but not fear. No, his goddess was the ruler of night and darkness, giver of the moon, and a guide for lost souls. The dark was not to be feared only what lurks in the darkness. As they walked he did start to use the abilities he was granted, seeing small spots of different colored auras around them. Obviously small insects or vermin, all of them seemed to only come up as an aura when he looked at them.

The hob goblin paused mid step as Luz spoke up, “I know I can see them too” he paused for a moment as two of those life forces ran off. One of them was very large as he could feel the thunderous footsteps as it ran. By the way it sounded as it ran the creature almost seemed injured or scared. Thinking on his feet and knowing that this had to be what the goddess spoke of the pale hobgoblin quickly turned to the others, “Luz you’re in charge of them. If they don’t want to stay out in the night, take them back to the stone place. If they want to follow, help them stash the spider in a tree and catch up with me.”

Issuing his orders Gird turned and followed after the two auras that ran off through the brush. He would track them where he could. But otherwise, he would begin to rub mud over him and pick up some vegetation to stick in his harness as he followed them. The trail the big one left wasn’t hard to follow, and he could see that something quickly followed after it without fear or thought of hiding its tracks.

Moving with purpose but still somewhat slow, Gird made his way through the brush but soon noticed that the smaller foot prints disappeared and the subtle blood trail from before was now a bit more prominent. Gird would continue to follow the trail until he caught up with them but would still try to hide.

@demonspade64
@Jangel13
@Kheliop
@Crusader Lord

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 12

Inventory: 1x small skull,

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Light bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, sharp wooden spear

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

My First Kill >>>> A Hope and A Prayer /// day 8 // Afternoon > Evening

After catching his breath and listening to the others Ardur smiled and quickly followed after the other pixie. Another chance to possibly earn some Levels and get new skills. Following the others lead He picked up a side of the rubbery membrane that seemed intent on simply devouring the rat it held. With most of his strength he began to lift the creature who was many sizes larger than all of them until it was several feet off the ground.

Having moved it this far and it was already trying to swing at the others. The trio dropped the large membrane on the rock spikes below. The ooze seemed damaged but not dead. Part of it still held onto the rat while the rest began to slowly make its way out of the jumble of stone. Looking to the other two for a moment Ardur gave them a smile, “Ooo lesser flight level 3” before looking around the cave again.

It was beginning to get darker the small holes of light in the ceiling was growing dim and the activity of the other monsters in the cave was beginning to wind down again. “The goblins will be back soon” he spoke to both of them. “Quickly grab some stones to drop on it or get your wisp friend to shoot the slime if you’re out to kill it.” He ordered as the pale pixie turned back towards the other two. “When they come fly high out of their reach if you must run. Hide in the crevasses. Stay safe and survive and hopefully we will meet again.”

Ardur began to look around again for some larger stones that he could dive bomb onto the slime and get some practice in before regrouping at the bonfire. “O and my name is Ardur” he forgot about introductions earlier. Swooping down to the ground he was quick to pick up a large stone. The stone was oval and a little heavy but nothing he couldn’t carry. Quickly he flew up towards the ceiling above the slime and swooped down toward it drop the stone above the slime but still out of what he hoped was its reach.

Ardur only did this once the other two times he dropped the rock from high up to practice his aim. He only hoped the others hadn’t used all the flame touched crystals because he was hoping to be going on a bombing run with them. Stopping for a moment on top of a nearby tall rock formation to rest. The pixie again found himself looking around, “I wish you all good luck in the fight to come, I’m sure we will all need it.” His voice seemed a bit more brooding as he slowly began to meditate for a few more moments, focusing on his breathing and then all the small sounds around him.

Just for a moment he sensed a slice of peace in the cave. Perhaps it was the calm before the storm, maybe even a sign of things to come once the goblins were dead and gone. Either way he continued to meditate for a few moments longer letting his stamina recharge. “I’m not entirely sure if anyone is listening but for whoever might be watching or listening I pray to you.” He was whispering now, his words intended for some higher unseen power who he might relate too.

“I pray that you may witness our plight and give us luck on what comes next. That you would fill our hearts with courage and give us the opportunity to be great, to be mighty.” He wasn’t entirely sure why he was doing this but anything would help at this point. “I pray that you would see through our faults and the wrongs we may have committed in our past lives. That you would see us for the creatures we are and not see monsters but beings who are doing what they believe to be right. To protect each other and grow strong together to tip the scales of balance and just maybe throw a bit more light into this world.”

Ardur was a pagan believer in his past life, worshiping old gods of thunder and wisdom from the Viking era. He was taught to treat the gods like friends or companions, to talk to them like he would family. But here he felt that if there were gods they might just be a bit more regal than what he is used to considering them. Standing tall from his bout of meditation and feeling rested he took one more glance at the slime and the others before taking off toward the bonfire.

@Zeroth
@Rune_Alchemist
@CollectorOfMyst
@ghastlyInc

Ardur's character stats

Level: 2

Health: Full
Mana: 3/4
Stamina: Full

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield I, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Death to the non believers

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 should follow anyway dont want gina to get killed

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@demonspade64 i would think all we could do was follow the one that ran. They killed the other one.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 made some light armor, received guidance from his goddess, and is getting the others together to head west.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

Running is always an option >>>> My First Kill /// day 8 // Afternoon

Ardur felt a satisfying crack as his shielded fist seemed to have cracked the skull. The sheer force of it nearly toppled him off his flight path, but he soon recovered. The two lizards seemed to have made it their purpose to dispatch the other two rats while the others were tasked with distracting the slime rumbling toward them, “Copy that Ash” he spoke while beginning to move back toward the slime but paused. Moving back to where the lifeless rat was he stopped and stared at it for a moment.

“Cover me” he shouted as he dropped down to the rat. He only said this because he was still somewhat close to the other two rats. This rat was still somewhat small but sill large compared to him. It was also heavy and smelt very musty. Picking up the heavy creature Ardur began to fly slowly toward the impending slime.

He could hear the other pixie say something while the wisp complained about mana. “Let me go drop this rat off for the slime first and then talk to me.” He didn’t care if he sounded rude, this rat was a little heavier than he thought it was. The pixie was certain that without the physical conditioning perk he wouldn’t have been able to do this.

Carrying the rat a little ways longer and clearing a few more rocky outcroppings towards the slime. Finally, he was able to drop the carcass in an opening and only hopped that it would at least slow the slime down as it ate the rat and not them. Although seeing the slime a bit closer he could tell that it might just roll over the rat and keep going.

Ardur was quick to make his way back toward the others and figure out what their plan was. He did land for this too as he was a little winded after carrying the rat that far. Looking to the others there while taking deep breaths and holding his hands on top of his head to open up his chest, so he could take deeper breaths, “so… uhh… what, what is this plan of yours now?”

@Zeroth
@Rune_Alchemist
@CollectorOfMyst

Ardur's character stats

Level: 2

Health: Full
Mana: 1/2
Stamina: 1/2

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield I, Lesser Flight II, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

I was given permission to talk to the goddess, so no worries there.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Hobgoblin Gird

Another Kill >>>> Talking to the Goddess /// Day 5 // Afternoon

Gird continued to weave bones into the spider silk harness he created. Pausing only to look around for possible danger. He was sure the father they went through the forest the tougher these spiders would become. A variety of useful skills could be acquired this way. But he still felt a little lost, he felt that they could all use a little guidance.

Sitting down on the web with his legs crossed in front of him. The pale hobgoblin held the smaller goblin skull in his hands as he began a prayer of sorts using the skull as a conduit or focal point. Slowly a subtle red glow began to form in the dark eyes of the skull. “Duvelna I pray to you to seek guidance. We seek a worthy opponent or a possible ally.”

His words were followed by a chill that ran from the skull and up his spine ending on the mark on his chest. “Seeking my help already? I suppose the last two spiders is enough of a payment for some information.” Her cold voice washed over his mind almost tugging at his very being. “Hmm you will find a worthy opponent to the west and maybe another follower, if you’re up for the challenge?”

Gird could only nod before speaking again, “I shall inform the others of our next quarry and you will soon have its soul to add to your collection.” For a moment he paused, making sure he didn’t have anything else to say. “I thank you for your incite and wisdom, we will prove our worth and grow strong.” He was still getting used to the whole prayer thing, but he seemed to be getting better at it.

Somehow he felt like she was smiling, “Remember to use the gifts I gave you with my blessing and don’t disappoint me apostle. We both know what happens when you do.” Slowly the cold chill in his mind pulled away and the skulls red eyes began to vanish.

Slowly the pale hobgoblin placed the skull back on his hip and stood. He looked at the others with renewed vigor and smiled. The white bones blended in quite well with his pale skin and made his legs, forearms, back, and chest a bit more protected. He had honestly gotten so caught up in finding Nyma he forgot about the ability’s that came with his blessing. Focusing for a moment Gird began to be able to see the different auras of his friends. A strange feeling he dismissed rather quickly.

Stepping across the web toward the others, “The goddess has spoken to me and given me incite on where we should go. Although I know that you might want to continue to hunt spiders, Duvelna told me of a worthy opponent and a possible ally to the west from here. So that, is where we shall go.” The hob goblin would wait patiently as the others finished up what they were doing before pushing on towards the west and away from the spiders.

@demonspade64
@Jangel13
@Kheliop
@Crusader Lord

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 12

Inventory: 1x small skull,

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Light bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, sharp wooden spear

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Kheliop whelp you don't have to worry about Gird taking them from you lol. I think it would be kind of funny to see if the trolls rolled them and watch one get devoured because it rolled snake eyes... I wonder if your dice speak to you occasionally.

@Jangel13 so you know, if your ok with how he's making it, gird wants to keep expanding and improving his bone armor for three reasons, 1 he thinks it makes him look intimidating, 2. it provides more protection, and 3. he feels it brings him closer to his goddess.