Searat

Goblin RP

@Aristocles @Pandalope

Tovo grimaced, trying to stop the feeling of pain distracting him from riding the pig; hand clutched over the wound, trying to staunch the flow...but try as he could, the injury could not be ignored. His labored breaths filled the air as sweat poured down his his whole body. Soon his eyes could barely focus looking forward. He could not go any further. Without any medical aid, he would be dead in under an hour. His lucky stick falls out of his mouth and onto the grassy floor of the forest. Unconsciously, he reached for it and fell off the pig. The fall was a short one but he swears that falling to the ground was by far the most painful feeling he had the displeasure of experiencing. The pig's trot stops briefly as it turns to face it's former rider. For a moment one could even say that the beast was worried about the goblin, then again pigs were known to be omnivorous. Maybe it was hungry?

"Graaaah!"

Tovo let out a scream of agony as he felt the metal tip of the bolt go a little deeper into his body. The labored breaths turn into desperate wheezing. Tovo really wanted to breathe so badly but every breath hurt. Even through the pain, he dragged himself to where the stick fell. Thinking this moment would be his last time grasped it tightly, willed himself to a kneeling position and placed it to his head and closing his eyes. The familiar feeling comforted him...and the voice told him to look at the tree in front of him. Tovo's eyelids weighed heavily, but he complied to the voice. It had never failed him before, why would it now? He felt his mouth curve up to a smile as he saw a Lunar Violet growing on the shaded side of the tree. He knew what the flower did. I'd put him in a death like sleep that would stop him from bleeding out. He knew the risks of ingesting an improper amount would kill him, but now its the best chance he had of living.

He reaches out to a petal of the Lunar Violet and with a quick tug, he pulls a single pale violet petal. He puts it in his mouth and chews the petal. He feels very tired and tries to get as comfortable as he could.

He lets out a weak smile before one last thought fills his clouded and tired mind.

'I...I hope the others are safe...'

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter

'Just Griffin...got it.' Richard thought as he approached the two police officers. It took him a minute or so of explaining to convince them that the light they saw originated from the pocket flashlight he had on him. The officers accepted the excuse with little to no issue, and reminded Richard be more professional next time. With the police convinced that he just used a light to check on the man, he moves on to the more difficult people to convince. The kind of difficult that would need a little memory replacement via Bureau issue neuralizer. Richard prepares himself and shakes off the feelings of anxiety, as he knew that one misspoken word or statement would just cause him more problems.

Walking there, he sees the paramedic was still in shock but was repetitively re-examining and questioning the formerly injured man over and over to reaffirm himself that what he saw was true and he wasn't hallucinating. While the man Richard healed was even more dumbfounded than the paramedic but was quickly getting irritated by the incessant and repetitive actions of the said paramedic. "How many more times do I have to say it? I. don't. know. what. happened. The guy just walks up to me and there was something bright in his hands then all my injuries were gone." the man replied to the paramedic, irritated but kept from raising his voice. The paramedic, gently shook his head side to side and let out a deep breath before speaking up. "So...It was some sort of miracle or something?" The man nods ans replies with a quick but still irritated 'yeah'. "Alright, alright. No need to get upset, sir. I'm just making sure...I better go talk to the guy about this."

It was then Richard stepped in and gave them both a friendly nod. "No need to do that gents. If you would follow me I'll answer all your questions. We just need to find a more...quiet place." The two had reason to distrust the strange man, but he could provide an explanation that they both needed, so they follow him without question. Richard leads them to the alley way. Richard looks around for witnesses but finds that it was just the three of them. He stops and turns to face the two and pulls out the neuralizer and sets it to past 10 minutes before asking them to look at the small metal device. The two look intently at the device as Richard covers his, as the flash goes off. The two gaze blankly at him as he clears his throat and looks at the paramedic. "Okay, There has been a misunderstanding here. You may have saw my hand glow and heal someone, but that's crazy talk. In truth, his injuries were not that bad and you managed an amazing job patching him up. I just came over to check if the guy was still. Got it?" He faces the other man. "You got patched up real well by this gentleman here. Also that light you saw from my hands? That was a small flashlight I used to check you." He now looks at both of them. "If anybody asks, that is what happened alright? Good. Stay safe and I hope you guys have a peaceful rest of the evening."

Richard walks out of the alley and walks towards Griffin. "Si-uhh-Griffin. The witnesses have been dealt with."

The Raiders of Norn

Roy was tired and cold. It had been no more than two days since he had been on this land and he already been nearly mugged, his coin stolen in his sleep, and had to kill three men. Normally, Roy would have refused to step a foot into this place but the curse had forced him into a corner. Curses like these were exceedingly rare and difficult to break, even the best of the court mages in Briston had no idea how to deal with it. This place was their only hope of breaking the curse and Roy was not leaving empty handed.

The forest of Morkador, a place where even the most prepared of parties may face an untimely death and Roy chose to trek the forest alone. He did not wish to go here alone but after his 'guides' tried to rob and kill him three hours into the trek, he was sure he didn't need another problem to deal with. A number of hours pass without issue before he comes across the remains of a would be party of adventurers. The smell of blood was still present but the animals and monsters have not yet touched the bodies, save for some flies. He pauses for a moment...a feeling of ravenous hunger fills his mind as he gazes upon the lifeless forms of the dead. He shuts his eyes tightly and shakes his head to clear his mind. Now free from the thoughts, he grabs a handful of soil and places small amounts of it on the foreheads of the dead. A quick and common practice among worshipers of the divine to help ferry the dead to peace. Roy leaves soon after, hoping to avoid any beast or monster attracted by the smell of blood...though a growl behind him told him otherwise.

He turns to face a very large horned wolf growling at him. It had bared it teeth at Roy before it lunged at him. Horned wolves are known to be quick, but Roy was far quicker. In a flash of silver, the steel rapier was driven through the chest of the wolf mid lunge; stopped only by the hand guard. The wolf struggles while impaled on the rapier but with three feet of steel pierced through the beast's body and its heart, it quickly stops struggling. Roy lays the lifeless body of the wolf down while pulling the blade out of it and with a quick flick of the wrist. He then flicks off blood off the blade before sheathing it again at his side.

'To think this wretched and inhospitable land would harbor the salvation from the curse...'

He thinks to himself, walking away, heading deeper and deeper into the forest. It was nearly dusk when Roy finally saw the ruins of Norn. He could not help but smile. The only lead he had in curing the curse had finally lead to something. To him, this ruined city gleamed like gold under the sun. He would have wanted to go further but the day was coming to an end. He looks to a small dilapidated building near the outskirts of town and decides to make it his camp for the night.

The Raiders of Norn

@Lucius Cypher

Do we choose where we want to start in? or do we all begin in the outskirts of the ruins?

The Raiders of Norn

@Ryonara

I see little to no issue with your CS.
I give a vote to approve your CS.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter
Oh good, it makes convincing them much easier. I didn't see Richard as a person who can BS out of this well. Ill get a post up soon.

The Raiders of Norn

Stand strong. @Assallya, Soon this RP will start and the adventure will begin.
Also, who is responsible for the screening of applicant's Character sheets? We got one pyromancer applicant as of now

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter
I've been wracking my brain for ideas for the past two days for a way to convince the person Richard healed and the paramedic that he didn't cast magic. The 2 police officers would be easy, cause Griffin had convinced them that the strange guy who had run over to the injured man was a rookie doing rookie mistakes.

Also, when Griffin mentioned 'flash' the witnesses, is it like the ones in the MIB movies?

Goblin RP

@Pandalope @Aristocles
Tovo was thoroughly embarrassed enough by the fact that he was completely nude while he rode on the pig. Even more so when he saw Taurl and a number of goblins in the raid group. 'So much for my reputation as a warrior...' the goblin thought as he sped closer and closer to the exit of the camp. The rival goblins were by no means fools. They had reacted quick enough for them to create a small, but cohesive, defense force waiting at the gate. Several goblins wielded primitive flint tipped spears and had a goblin archer behind them with a crossbow meant for human hands, not a goblin's.

The scene caused Tovo to rear the pig to a sudden halt. The one with the over-sized crossbow bellowed out to him:

"Oi, Intruda! Step off da pig and we'll make sure you die easy...afta we 'eve a sum fun cuttin' ya up that is!"

He then let out a laugh that the rest of his troupe followed and jeered Tovo on. Particularly regarding his state of dress and the size of his genitals. Tovo considers himself a goblin not easy to anger or infuriate, but this embarrassing state along with the jeers and laughter from the rival goblins caused his blood to boil and adrenaline to rush. This was not part of his plan the stick had told him...but Tovo refused to leave until he made them hurt. Even before they managed to stop laughing their green butts off, Tovo had smacked the pig's rear once again.

'They had let their guard down to ridicule me, now they pay dearly...'

The spear wielding goblins were scattered around like a youngling's rag doll by the sheer force of the pig's charge, but the one with the over-sized crossbow was further back and was quick enough let loose a bolt. The bolt failed to hit it's mark, but the pig did; a well positioned hoof landed square on the downed goblin's groin. The pig, along with its goblin rider, had run over the poor goblin...and By the sound of the high pitched scream, something was very broken. Tovo smiled widely as he and the pig gained distance from the village, but it soon disappeared as he felt a sharp pain and a warm trickle of liquid on his side. He looks down and his eyes widen to see 1/3rd of a wooden crossbow bolt sticking out of his side.

'Oh dear...'

The Blighted Kingdom

Much luck to you and your endevours @Liseran Thistle.