Interesting. I'd like to toss my own hat into this if it's okay with everyone? This sounds like fun.
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@Aristocles
Koglan stopped at the door.
Then opened it slowly and carefully.
Far more careful then he would be in many things.
And there on the floor, tiny mewling goblins. Babies. The Kits of the Goblin people. He gulped, and set the basket of food beside the door and the dancing chime atop it.
Oh how he felt awkward and out of place. Male Goblins did not usually make themselves a huge part in their offspring. But here these would likely have his blood in them. He picked his way past the kits as they rolled and slept on the mat. And made his way to Siwa, and there saw the oldest. The resemblance he could see clearly enough, the eldest Goblin is indeed his. The same sharp nose he can see, which would grow to the spear point that rests on his own face. The same slightly grey-green skin. He nodded, "Hafinjal, after my great grand sire. Before me, one of the greatest Smiths we ever had in this clan. Or so the stories say." He said proudly, "If you will still allow me too Siwa, I will train him when he is older. Pass down what I can. With any hope when my time draws nearer I can pass on my forge to him, and he can be our next smith."
Koglan carefully knelt, and looked down as one of the crawling Kits made it over and latched onto his leg hugging it softly. The old Goblin smith getting a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at the kit. He then looked back to Siwa, "You said there was something else?"
Koglan stopped at the door.
Then opened it slowly and carefully.
Far more careful then he would be in many things.
And there on the floor, tiny mewling goblins. Babies. The Kits of the Goblin people. He gulped, and set the basket of food beside the door and the dancing chime atop it.
Oh how he felt awkward and out of place. Male Goblins did not usually make themselves a huge part in their offspring. But here these would likely have his blood in them. He picked his way past the kits as they rolled and slept on the mat. And made his way to Siwa, and there saw the oldest. The resemblance he could see clearly enough, the eldest Goblin is indeed his. The same sharp nose he can see, which would grow to the spear point that rests on his own face. The same slightly grey-green skin. He nodded, "Hafinjal, after my great grand sire. Before me, one of the greatest Smiths we ever had in this clan. Or so the stories say." He said proudly, "If you will still allow me too Siwa, I will train him when he is older. Pass down what I can. With any hope when my time draws nearer I can pass on my forge to him, and he can be our next smith."
Koglan carefully knelt, and looked down as one of the crawling Kits made it over and latched onto his leg hugging it softly. The old Goblin smith getting a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at the kit. He then looked back to Siwa, "You said there was something else?"
Sorry it took so long. I tend to get distracted by work.
Oh and meet Colin O'Mulriain, Intell and Recon NPC. Irish Red Head, Olympic level marathoner, javelin thrower, and shot putter, not to mention Deep Intell. Wunderkind.
Current search is for Bounties, names and information on the members of the enemy squad.
Oh and meet Colin O'Mulriain, Intell and Recon NPC. Irish Red Head, Olympic level marathoner, javelin thrower, and shot putter, not to mention Deep Intell. Wunderkind.
Current search is for Bounties, names and information on the members of the enemy squad.
Zurvan gets the fox's tail out of his mouth finally as things go. He hums and smiles seeing his fluffy tailed friend getting the attention she deserves. The fox giggling and chuckling at scritches and the attention. He listens to this information on the sub and what the hell is going on down south. He nods, "Well isn't that just bull shit." He swats at the tail as the fox seems to find it amusing to swat him in the face. Getting a chuckle from it as he does, "I swear I'll turn you into a toque if you keep that up you hear me." The Fox giggles and then darts for an open window, looking back with a smile.
Zurvan is about to race after it when Skye returns. And he can see by the look on her face and the words she uses things have gone side ways.
His eyes narrow, and he nods, "Alright! Arsenal bound then." He's stomping off, business mode activated.
As they go a little red haired Irish fellow comes bustling down the hallway to the Arsenal. Colin O'Mulriain, Counter-Intell and Recon agent, Specialist 1st class with the FO Information Division. He comes to a slightly stumbling stop as he sees members of the Action team coming their way. He goes to Zurvan first, "Sir, Intell. just got the heads up on the new Operation. Anything I can do?" Zurvan looks over his shoulder at Skye then hums, "Se if you can't do a deep dive. See if there is anything else we're missing Colin. Names, dates, discretions, anything. Hell see if any of the people on that team we're going up against have bounties or something. Who knows we might be able to turn them in dead or alive for some extra scratch."
Colin nods and with a little skip step turns down a side passage to get back to the Intell. Division.
Soon Zurvan is pushing open the doors to the Arsenal, "Alright...show time." And walks over to his kit area. slipping first into the Smasher armor, "Hmmm yeah that's the way we do it."
Zurvan is about to race after it when Skye returns. And he can see by the look on her face and the words she uses things have gone side ways.
His eyes narrow, and he nods, "Alright! Arsenal bound then." He's stomping off, business mode activated.
As they go a little red haired Irish fellow comes bustling down the hallway to the Arsenal. Colin O'Mulriain, Counter-Intell and Recon agent, Specialist 1st class with the FO Information Division. He comes to a slightly stumbling stop as he sees members of the Action team coming their way. He goes to Zurvan first, "Sir, Intell. just got the heads up on the new Operation. Anything I can do?" Zurvan looks over his shoulder at Skye then hums, "Se if you can't do a deep dive. See if there is anything else we're missing Colin. Names, dates, discretions, anything. Hell see if any of the people on that team we're going up against have bounties or something. Who knows we might be able to turn them in dead or alive for some extra scratch."
Colin nods and with a little skip step turns down a side passage to get back to the Intell. Division.
Soon Zurvan is pushing open the doors to the Arsenal, "Alright...show time." And walks over to his kit area. slipping first into the Smasher armor, "Hmmm yeah that's the way we do it."
I seriously thought I had posted again somehow. our avvies are way too similar king lol.
Sat here for a solid minute trying to think, "When did I post saying that...and what right do I have to post that..."
Sat here for a solid minute trying to think, "When did I post saying that...and what right do I have to post that..."
The hammer falls one more time. The metal is cherry red still as Koglan lifts it, and with just abit of haste grabs the shaped handle.
Moments later...
A series of pangs as Koglan hammers the handle of the axe into the still heated axe head. The wood hissing and starting to burn. Yes enough that is fits into the hole made for it. And seals there as Koglan plunges handle and axe head into a vat of cockatrice acid. Quenching it with a hiss. He pulls it clear and holds it up, the light of the fire lighting the new axe. Etched with Cockatrice acid just slightly. Leaving the edge with a very nice wavy hamon or blade pattern along it's edge. He nods, "Good." looking over at the light through his window he nods, "I still need to..." He hangs the axe upon the wall of weapons.
And grabs the chiming dancing rings he made. Gathering up a basket of food as well.
It's odd seeing the smith out of his forge. As he usually has so much work to do. But he hurries along. And finally stops at the door to a hut. Hefting the basket of food and setting the bear hide connected dancing rings atop the basket he knocks at the door to Siwa's hut, "Siwa? I come bearing gifts. And no trying to wave them off. I have spoken on this young gobliness."
@Aristocles
Moments later...
A series of pangs as Koglan hammers the handle of the axe into the still heated axe head. The wood hissing and starting to burn. Yes enough that is fits into the hole made for it. And seals there as Koglan plunges handle and axe head into a vat of cockatrice acid. Quenching it with a hiss. He pulls it clear and holds it up, the light of the fire lighting the new axe. Etched with Cockatrice acid just slightly. Leaving the edge with a very nice wavy hamon or blade pattern along it's edge. He nods, "Good." looking over at the light through his window he nods, "I still need to..." He hangs the axe upon the wall of weapons.
And grabs the chiming dancing rings he made. Gathering up a basket of food as well.
It's odd seeing the smith out of his forge. As he usually has so much work to do. But he hurries along. And finally stops at the door to a hut. Hefting the basket of food and setting the bear hide connected dancing rings atop the basket he knocks at the door to Siwa's hut, "Siwa? I come bearing gifts. And no trying to wave them off. I have spoken on this young gobliness."
@Aristocles
Zurvan smiled, and leaned his head to the side after Astrid spoke, as if listening to the fox chittering as if it's speaking. He nods a few times his face taking on a serious expression. He then looks dead into Astrid's eyes, face straight and deadpans,
"She says that meme is dead, it's bad and you should feel bad for making it." He holds Astrid's gaze for another few moments, face still straight as a ruler. He keeps this face the whole time until the fox breaks the moment by wacking Zurvan in the face with that big fluffy tail, "Blah pftt! You little! Ahhh I have fur in my mouth! Fur!"
By the tim the tail is out of his face Skye has stepped up to pet the red, white and black furred creature. The fox letting out yips and chatters of joy. the Fox even leaned way out and nipped at Skye's fingers tail flipping about happily. Zurvan chuckled, "You're going to have a big fan here if you keep that up young lady." The big man says. He leans his head back to avoid the tail almost fwaping his head again.
Zurvan grins as Skye pets the Fox, "I can neither confirm nor deny that some of my wild friends stay in my room for spans of time. That hawk only stayed a day or two. That bear cub left on her own, after a few hours. I'll say nothing of the wolf that stayed for a few days. Creator help me he was a wonderful pillow. Oh...oh dear..." He looks around conspiratorially, "I didn't mean to admit that." He chuckles and sits himself down at one end of the padded bench.
Again he nods, "So a little Rest and Recovery huh? Alright. I can go with that. What's this about Crete? Who's causing trouble this time?" He narrows his eyes, and plays with the fox with one hand idly. Well at first before he gets wapped in the face a second time, "Ahhh you little! so much fur!"
"She says that meme is dead, it's bad and you should feel bad for making it." He holds Astrid's gaze for another few moments, face still straight as a ruler. He keeps this face the whole time until the fox breaks the moment by wacking Zurvan in the face with that big fluffy tail, "Blah pftt! You little! Ahhh I have fur in my mouth! Fur!"
By the tim the tail is out of his face Skye has stepped up to pet the red, white and black furred creature. The fox letting out yips and chatters of joy. the Fox even leaned way out and nipped at Skye's fingers tail flipping about happily. Zurvan chuckled, "You're going to have a big fan here if you keep that up young lady." The big man says. He leans his head back to avoid the tail almost fwaping his head again.
Zurvan grins as Skye pets the Fox, "I can neither confirm nor deny that some of my wild friends stay in my room for spans of time. That hawk only stayed a day or two. That bear cub left on her own, after a few hours. I'll say nothing of the wolf that stayed for a few days. Creator help me he was a wonderful pillow. Oh...oh dear..." He looks around conspiratorially, "I didn't mean to admit that." He chuckles and sits himself down at one end of the padded bench.
Again he nods, "So a little Rest and Recovery huh? Alright. I can go with that. What's this about Crete? Who's causing trouble this time?" He narrows his eyes, and plays with the fox with one hand idly. Well at first before he gets wapped in the face a second time, "Ahhh you little! so much fur!"
give me a little bit here and I'll get anothe rpost in. I have one more day of work here before I get some time off. I'll work on a post here asap promise.
@Blackmist16
Give me a few days I have a post in mind but I'm just really tired right now. Last day of work tomorrow then I'll have some time to catch up on posts.
Give me a few days I have a post in mind but I'm just really tired right now. Last day of work tomorrow then I'll have some time to catch up on posts.
A mountain over, Eight kilotmeters abouts, from "La Serpentine"
A broad tall man carefully picks his way through the mountain stone and forests of the Swiss Alps. At about nine hundred meters up the mountain. The man hums, kneeling and looking at what looks like undisturbed ground. He sniffs and reaches down pushing some grass aside, "Hmmm there you are..." A paw print and about a handsbreadth away scat. He nods, "Not all that big are you, claws...digits." He nods then leans down and yep takes a long whiff of the scat, "Swedish Fox, about four years old, or so. Hmmm a little heavy on the front paws." He squats himself over the paw print and looks along the barely visible game trail it's following, "What are you looking for I wonder...you're headed along the woods...let's follow you..." With that the buckskin and leather clad man disappeared into the forest.
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Back at La Serpentine
Sargeant Major Dwali, "Has anyone seen Jacobs? He reported in and he's not in Mess or his room. Anyone?" A grunt ran by carrying a crate, "Sir he was last seen near entrance eight." Dwali blinks, "No one was supposed to leave, what the hell?" Dwali and a small group of soldiers ran to the door, finding it open and allowing access to the outside. Dwali, "Shit we may have a breach! The guy who bit one of our handlers got out." They are turning and starting to discuss their options when they hear a deep kind voice, "What's wrong?" The group of FO soldiers turn to see the big man Zurvan Jacobs standing there, a young red furred fox curled up around his neck, Zurvan petting the foxes dark head. The fox letting out a little foxy chuckle as it watches then. Zurvan grins as he turns to head back into the base, "You may want to close that door gentlemen." He disappears around a corner just then, a soft laugh sounding and ringing down the corridor.
Soon though he's entering the Main Lounge, feeding the fox pieces of bacon that he had just filched from the mess, while the fox got bacon, he got bits of cheese he had again just filched. He looks about the lounge with a smile. The fox giving a brief chitter, asking for more food. Which Zurvan gladly gives. He hums and spots Bakker and Mason. Queen and Lion are their callsigns, Just as he had claimed Shaman for his own. With a ready smile he picks his way over to the two, sniffing the air as he does, "Hmmm a fine breed that one. Can still smell it on the air, something...fruity? No it's spicy almost." He nods, "Good afternoon to you two." He bows his head to them, standing at the table before them. Casually feeding the chittering and laughing fox as he stands there.
A broad tall man carefully picks his way through the mountain stone and forests of the Swiss Alps. At about nine hundred meters up the mountain. The man hums, kneeling and looking at what looks like undisturbed ground. He sniffs and reaches down pushing some grass aside, "Hmmm there you are..." A paw print and about a handsbreadth away scat. He nods, "Not all that big are you, claws...digits." He nods then leans down and yep takes a long whiff of the scat, "Swedish Fox, about four years old, or so. Hmmm a little heavy on the front paws." He squats himself over the paw print and looks along the barely visible game trail it's following, "What are you looking for I wonder...you're headed along the woods...let's follow you..." With that the buckskin and leather clad man disappeared into the forest.
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Back at La Serpentine
Sargeant Major Dwali, "Has anyone seen Jacobs? He reported in and he's not in Mess or his room. Anyone?" A grunt ran by carrying a crate, "Sir he was last seen near entrance eight." Dwali blinks, "No one was supposed to leave, what the hell?" Dwali and a small group of soldiers ran to the door, finding it open and allowing access to the outside. Dwali, "Shit we may have a breach! The guy who bit one of our handlers got out." They are turning and starting to discuss their options when they hear a deep kind voice, "What's wrong?" The group of FO soldiers turn to see the big man Zurvan Jacobs standing there, a young red furred fox curled up around his neck, Zurvan petting the foxes dark head. The fox letting out a little foxy chuckle as it watches then. Zurvan grins as he turns to head back into the base, "You may want to close that door gentlemen." He disappears around a corner just then, a soft laugh sounding and ringing down the corridor.
Soon though he's entering the Main Lounge, feeding the fox pieces of bacon that he had just filched from the mess, while the fox got bacon, he got bits of cheese he had again just filched. He looks about the lounge with a smile. The fox giving a brief chitter, asking for more food. Which Zurvan gladly gives. He hums and spots Bakker and Mason. Queen and Lion are their callsigns, Just as he had claimed Shaman for his own. With a ready smile he picks his way over to the two, sniffing the air as he does, "Hmmm a fine breed that one. Can still smell it on the air, something...fruity? No it's spicy almost." He nods, "Good afternoon to you two." He bows his head to them, standing at the table before them. Casually feeding the chittering and laughing fox as he stands there.
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