@Jangel13@El Noche@Duthguy@demonspade64
Day 5: A Grave of Rubble Lomen awoke to pain aching all over his body. As his eyes opened he saw a counter in front of him, counting down until the status listed went away he hoped. Rising slowly, Lomen felt a bit stronger then yesterday, likely due to the mock hunt and wandered to the edge of the cave. As the fresh air hit his face, Lomen woke up more to the day and felt a natural pull towards the edge of the mountain the cave rested in. With a quick look around the cave, it looked as if no-one had yet noticed him thanks to most still being asleep. Zectoll and Stegs seemed pre-occupied and wanting to let his brothers have some time together, quickly following this strange feeling alone.
The morning air was fresh and inspired Lomen to take a few deeps breaths, giving a somewhat enhanced awareness due to more air being supplied to the body and brain. With this increase in awareness, Lomen took into account the wet ground and how slippery the mountain face appeared to be. With this in mind, Lomen was careful of his footing, trying to distribute his weight as efficiently as possible to prevent slipping on the terrain. It was a bit difficult due to the aching of his body, he soon grew used to efficiently moving on the uneven and slippery terrain. With his footing taken care of, Lomen then looked around, noticing some rocks tumbling down nearby and was weary of the cliff face next to him.
This proved to be a life saver since some loose stones hurled towards him from the cliff. It was relatively easy to avoid them, but their size could have been enough to break his legs if he had been caught off guard. As for the danger of the stones, it was relatively soon revealed how dangerous the situation could have been.
A few paces ahead was a boulder surrounded with a large amount of rubble and upon approach, Lomen felt that this was the source of his strange feeling. It didn't seem any different from normal rubble, until Lomen gazed at the small pool of blood seeping out from the stones. With some fear, Lomen cleared away a few of the smaller stones around the boulder and after a short time had revealed something quite saddening to him. Before him laid the crushed corpse of Kishi, the fire starter and the only other Goblin that had hunted on Lomen's first day hunting. With a moment to let the reality set in, Lomen got to work, first picking up the tusk that Kishi still held in his now open, dead hand. It had a crack running down it, appropriate for the scene and circumstances that it had been found.
Lomen first went about creating an above ground grave, using the nearby rubble and mud from the wet earth and crafted a proper resting place for his brother. As he worked his body ached but he didn't care at all, seeing it as insignificant to the task he had taken on. Once the grave was finished, Lomen placed his hands together.
Thanks to his ability,
Notice from the Dead one, Lomen was able to go about giving Kishi the proper burial service that was deserving of all things in his opinion. All thing live and should be at least given respect for what is contributed or lost in death. The curse soon began to take effect as it edged at his mind but Lomen looked upon his brother's grave and knew that even though death is terrifying, their are still the living. His body aching was proof enough that he was alive, along with the others still at peace inside the cave. With that in mind, it revitalized Lomen's want to live a fruitful and fulfilling life with this one chance he has.
Once his work was done, Lomen walked back home to the cave, practicing his footing. After getting used to the terrain, Lomen then tried to mimic Zectoll, trying to make his footsteps as silent as possible to avoid monsters and also gain an upper hand in future battles. This also helped take his mind off of the death of Kishi and would relax him a bit before he had to give the dire news to the clan. Upon approaching the cave and peering in, it seemed that the whole en devour had taken a relatively short amount of time, appearing longer due to the mental strain in the event. The group of Zectoll Stegs and Luz were still haning around the entrance of the cave and appeared to still be talking among themselves.
With a small smile, Lomen looked to Zectoll, Luz, and Stegs with a somewhat saddened look. Even if Lomen didn't realize it, his face couldn't hide that something un-comforting had occurred. Silently he made his way over to Grandpa Goblin and stood there for a moment, not sure of how to put the words together before resting on his knees, placing the broken tusk in-between them. After a few times of opening and closing his mouth with no sound, Lomen took a deep breath.
"Grandfather. I. . .I . . I found Kishi's body. It has been crushed under the weight of a boulder near the cliff face of the mountain and. . . Grandfather. . . Thank you. With the knowledge you gave me I was able to give him an appropriate burial service and. . . I . . I regret he is no longer with us but I am glad I could at least give him the service he deserved. It still hasn't fully settled in the scene I witnessed but how should I tell the rest of the clan? I worry for my brothers and sisters that they . . they might become lost without him. " Lomen felt that even though he himself was fairly certain in his direction, others of the clan may not and could have looked to Kishi as a roll figure. With that in mind Lomen still held concern and took a few moments to regain his composure with a few deep breaths.
"Above all thank you Grandfather and I am sorry to bring such woeful news." With that said, Lomen exhaled and rested his mind as he watched the counter till his aches went away. During this time he also looked over at his brothers and sisters in the cave with some happiness as that it backed the resolve of his thinking that the living will support each other and will learn from the dead. With open ears he awaited Grandpa Goblin's response.
