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Goblin RP

A young goblin stood atop a thick branch as he gazed north into the distance. He could make out the outline of the village. He raises his thumb to scope the distance and nods sagely before turning to his hunting companion seated beside him.

"The village is quite far from where we are but I think we can make it if we run fast enough."

His companion only looks downwards and to see a mean looking wolf baring its fangs and staring right back at the two of them. His companion simply shakes his head.

"A wolf like this can easily out run the both of us, Tovo. Don't be foolish."

Tovo nods to affirm the statement and sits beside him before placing his prized stick to his forehead before closing his eyes as if meditating. His companion is about to reprimand him for it but Tovo holds up his free hand and silencing him.

"Don't question the lucky stick. It has saved me times before, it won't fail me now."

Goblin RP

"...and just like that!" Tovo announces as he swings his prized stick like a sword twice through the air and performs a downward two handed slash before rising to a heroic stance, much to the glee and interest of the group of goblin children that watched with full attention to his story. "I defeated the ferocious wolf and saved the dried meat cache from being eaten!"

The group of goblin children errupt into cheers and praises as Tovo bows to them to revel in it. He is soon brought back to reality when he sees one of his fellow hunters impatiently waiting for him at the village gates. He takes the hint and waves goodbye to his audience while slowly walking away.
"I would love to tell another story but I have important duties to attend to. Fare well for now!"

The small crowd quickly dissipates as Tovo walks closer toward his hunting companion.
"Tovo, what nonsense are you spouting to the children? Ferocious wolves?
Defending the dried food stores? Ancestor's sake Tovo. You save a basket of dried meat from a fox once now this happens..."

Tovo only shrugs with a sheepish smile.
"I am sorry...the children wanted to hear a courageous story, not a story where I shoo away a overly curious fox. I did not want to disappoint."

Tovo's hunting companion only lets out a sigh and just turns to the gates and gestures to him to follow. Tovo is rather content with the reaction and does what is instructed of him.

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@Vismar

The rodent happily takes the glass of water and places a digit in the water. The water is absorbed rather quickly into the aqueous form. With its free hand it begins to jot down a message onto the piece of paper left behind by the woman. The rodent hands over the piece of paper that read:

"Just before I was transported here, I was returning home from a failed job-hunt. I was wondering if this tavern offered any jobs that I could do. I was an adventurer of sorts and performed quests and some odd-jobs but after being transformed into this, they were quick to brand me a monster and bar me from doing business with any of them."

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@Vismar

The rodent takes the news of being displaced into an interdimentional tavern that even defies time itself rather well and just takes a seat on a vacant table with a wide eyed expression on its face. For a good minute or so it attempts to reason out the likelihood of the situation but rather than an epiphany, it instead got a headache.

It lets out a soundless sigh and soon gives up the notion of finding reason to this and patiently waits for the glass of water.

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@Vismar

The rodent bows deeply to apologize for the lack of consideration on its end. It gratefully takes the old notepad from the purple slime woman and writes out the message it wanted to express earlier. As it finishes writing the message down, it tears off the paper and hands her the slip of paper.

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@Vismar

The bipedal rodent returns the polite bow with one of his own, albeit a little awkwardly.

Rather than speaking, it makes a series of movements and hand gestures as if trying to say "I have no given name...and most names the people call me are rather rude and offensive." It pauses for a moment but proceeds to keep going.
"You are free to call me anyname as you please. I do not need to eat nor drink but a glass of water would be nice...also would you mind telling me where I am? I would greatful to whatever you can tell."

Goblin RP

Thank you for the clarification.

Goblin RP

@Aristocles

What kind of god does this tribe worship?
Is it something of a pantheon of gods or is it like a singular god?

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@Vismar @carla6677

The bipedal rodent was rather engrossed in its thoughts concerning the situation it was in but was soon brought back to reality as a warm and friendly voice was heard asking it a question. At first it was rather shocked as to the friendliness and gentleness of the voice in peculiar, for it had nevered received that kind of tone in such a long time, but it then noticed the wounded wolf and could not help but feel a pang of guilt settle at the core of its being.

An errant thought ran through its mind. The thought admonishing the rodent for two things: the first was being so ignorant to its surroundings to the point that it was clueless to the suffering of the creature so close to it, second being its earlier thoughts selfishly thinking only of its own safety...but for now he would cast aside the thought. For now it was tasked to help to move the wolf out of the doorway.

It nods to the purple slime woman and moves closer to the wounded creature before carefully placing its hands under the creature. It offered the wounded creature an apologetic look on its face to apologize for the strange texture and feeling of the mysterious liquid it was made of.

Goblin RP

Name: Tovo
Role: Hunter and Warrior
Race: Goblin
Age : 5 years old

Description:

Appearance:
Tovo is a male goblin roughly three feet and two inches tall with a fern green skin tone and amber colored eyes. He is not naturally bald but he would like his hair to stay that way as his purple hair would make him an easy target to spot. He wears a loincloth made of deer skin in commemoration of a successful hunt when he was younger. That loincloth also covers a rather embarrassing scar on his left buttock where a stray arrow struck him during his first battle but, other than that specific scar, his body has a number of scars he wears with some pride from his experiences in hunting and fighting. He is slightly more muscular than the average goblin but its nothing that Tovo would boast about.

Abilities:
Tovo wields weapons like swords and daggers with decent skill, but considering his young age, has much to learn from his superiors. He also is capable of sneaking around unnoticed when he puts his mind into it and is adequate in scouting and tracking, this is especially helpful when tasked to hunt for the tribe. Tovo would not dare fight something stronger than he was or against numerous foes but he would fight with utmost ferocity to the death when a comrade is in peril...though he would rather both of them survive the encounter.

Items:
Tovo wields a simple bronze short sword that he can use with some decent skill but tucked in the side of his loincloth is a rather mundane looking stick that he regards as his most prized possession.