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As I said, unless the goblins outnumber the humans 10 to 1 then I don't see why there would be any reason for treaties between races that have traditionally been enemies in literally every fantasy setting. I actually appreciate the change here, however. It allows for more leeway to how a goblin's thoughts/inner monologue/conversations with others can be written.

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@Aristocles

Considering that you say in the OP that the village has a "peace treaty" with the humans... Any kind of treaty would mean the two parties are able to have peace talks, which in turn means they both accept that they are at the same level of intelligence... else what stops humans from just contracting some mercenaries to raze the goblins' village...

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I mean, it seems to be standard fantasy goblin stuff. I've read the OOC first post so I know the gist. It just seems like goblins are just a little more civilized/smart than normal fantasy standards in this iteration. I mean they are able to have coherent conversations and not just "gob hungry gob eat gob sleep" type of things...

Plus they seem to be accepted as a civilized race by others as well, and not just monsters to kill for loot...

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@Aristocles Alright. Can I just use other people's char sheets as a template?

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I see, so there won't be any race changing/powering up/evolving going on. The evolution you are speaking of is from a skillset point of view.

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@Vec

Yes, there is room. Don't worry about the tag, although if you join and participate, I might have to close it to newcomers until I can get someone else to co-run it. But yes, you are welcome to join. I'm just glad to see so many new people so quickly. :)

@Aristocles

Nice. Some questions, however. Is there some overarching storyline you are aiming with this or is it more of a sandbox RP? Will we be restricted to goblins for the duration of the RP or can our characters grow and possibly evolve? How hard would that be if that was the case? I am looking at this from a LitRPG perspective so that's how this question came about.

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Hello, is there a empty spot for me here?
I see small group tag so I had to ask just in case.

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

It is nice to see a Divinus installment come to an actual conclusion rather than die out without one.
Despite all my faults, It was nice to be a part of this RP for however long I lasted.
Here's a toast to any future endeavors.

Scion: Children of Light

Despite the sweltering heat within the chamber, Berenice's mind was near empty. She had cast aside unnecessary thoughts and emotions; searching for a meaning to the mushroom as well as sensing the flow of magic in her surroundings were the only things she strived for at that moment. One of the first things she had learned back when she started studying magic was to put herself in this kind of trance, for it was one of the most important thing a magus needed to learn in order to succeed in the long, arduous road of the arcane. Berenice did not think of herself as having mastered this particular skill, but she believed she had attained enough experience in it to help her solve this riddle.

And what riddle it was. Magus Nevrakis had given them no clues; with only luck and their wits about them, the trio had one by one sat down and meditated for what seemed to be hours for them. Then, just as Berenice's will was beginning to wane, a faint sound, akin to a whisper, was heard from somewhere within the chamber, catching her off guard. She immediately opened her eyes to look around for whoever had spoken, but found equally quizzical looks being given to her by the other two.

She was about to ask if any of them had spoken when she noticed some minute changes on the walls of the chamber. Amidst the cracks and uneven surface, now strange patterns started slowly emerging. The faint, ethereal glow about them almost mesmerized Berenice and she had to withdraw her attention lest she forgot herself entirely.

And then she heard it again, not a simple whisper this time. It was clear in her ears, and yet it struck her as gibberish. She felt as if she could understand it, but at the same time she could not. This split and diverging feeling threatened to overwhelm her, but she could not shake the voice off for it echoed in her mind. She felt her body react to the sound of voice, attuning itself with a wavelength wholly unfamiliar. She found her sensitivity had skyrocketed; everything from the tiny follicles of her hair to the blood vessels in her body, to the pores of her skin, Berenice could feel everything 'moving' with the rhythm of her heartbeat. She could feel the sloshing of liquid inside her skull, muscles all over her body relaxing and contracting.

All the while she was experiencing these newfound sensations, the voice was talking. It's droning did not go unnoticed by Berenice, but with the sheer sensory overload threatening to overwhelm her, she could not spare much attention to what it was saying, However, there was one thing she did pick up among the words that were spoken, something akin to her being afraid.

Her scrunched up face revealed a smile as the thought entered her mind. If the voice thought she was afraid of what was happening, then it was definitely not an omnipotent being conversing to them, for she was anything but. No, instead of being afraid, she was more so excited by the sheer uniqueness of the experience. Somewhere on the back of her mind, she held the belief that Nevrakis would not put their lives in danger on their very first lesson, so despite the weirdness of the situation she felt that with perseverance she would eventually overcome it.

But then it hit her, and she saw. Her eyes glossed over as if a door was pulled open for her to peer at the unknown. She found herself short of breath as tears started flowing profusely while at the same time, her mind felt connected to a well of knowledge; within that well resided an existence beyond any scope comprehension.

Then she felt the door slowly closing, and the voice slowly reverted back to a faint whisper. With its last words, Berenice felt as if a giant weight slipped off her, leaving behind only a massive headache. She held her head in her hands, trying but failing to stay lucid. With a final, blurred up look at the pedestal where the mushroom was situated, Berenice fell to the side with a thump. There was but only one thought in her mind.

"What an interesting little mushroom..."