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Goblin Quest

R E S H Y

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Three days, three cycles of the passing moon preceded with the rising and falling of daylight each time, three was enough. Reshy was hungry, thirsty, but most of all he was bored.

Reshy was not like the anxious Emri, he didn’t believe things were gained just to be given over to others, especially things he wanted. And right now he wanted the rock in Ragi’s hands. It was simply the better rock, bigger, pointier but she was using it all wrong! His smaller misshaped stone just didn’t have the right grip or weight to it and he couldn’t get the same reaction from it. So, without much thought or hesitation as Ragi slammed her prized pointy stone into another, instead of giggling with the other’s, with the ‘chink’ of stone on stone came the soft snap of Reshy’s teeth. With great sneaky speed he quickly bit down on one of Ragi’s long pointed ears. In the sudden moments shock he snatched the stone and darted off.
A wide daring grin of excitement and pride sprung across his face as he now had the two best rocks and ran as fast as he could..

Things were going well for Reshy, why not push it. Running right at Emri and Hoi, that daring toothy grin of Reshy’s parted and he wildly chomped at the bug as he raced past them going deeper into the caves.
Despite all the noise, despite all the excitement, there was one sound that didn’t quite fit. Reshy couldn’t quite place it and didn’t stop to study it. He focused only on moving as fast as he could, he bolted on, going faster and deeper.

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Goblin swarm army?

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Okay, changed to stealth and crafting :D
A sneaky craftsman.

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@Dark Light Crafting wouldn't be a bad one; it'll definitely be useful throughout the story.

@RC3

Argh... but what talent would I give up?
Or what one could I easily gain through other means? (Like as a skill)

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I was also closely considering an engineer/crafting one.

Empty City part II

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D A M I E N

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Damien sat on a ledge atop the highest roof of the mall, his legs dangling carelessly over what would surely be a life ending fall.
Although now, in this moment, nothing could be for sure. He stared out into the broken horizon, bent, sunken, surreal, beneath a frozen sun never moving.
Long gone were the ideas of this merely being a prank, or that he had slept through some dramatic evacuation. He had given up trying to contact anyone. It was not a disease or an attack. He had come to the conclusion, no, realisation, he was dead.

He looked over the edge down at the concrete car park far below. One sports car sat askew in now what seemed a concrete graveyard that should instead be bustling with life and activity. He sat still and silent, pondering for a time as endless as the suns movement. He didn’t know when or for how long but his eyes had been watery as he held back tears. One or two escaped and cascaded down his cheeks. They clung to his chin before loosing grip with his skin and plummeting down far below vanishing into the wild winds.

There was an unexplainable pull tugging on his chest, it called to him. ‘This way’ it whispered seductively from right there out in front of him, in that small void beyond thin air, and yet somehow at the same time it was so strangely very far away. He leant forward as if trying to listen to it. Trying to feel it. Teetering on the edge of his ledge he closed his eyes, listening harder, trying to answer it.

”Ok.”

he whispered.

”I’m coming.”

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Damien put out the cigaret in his left hand and flicked it out into the wind, he dropped the binoculars from his right hand and they fell heavily back against his chest, hanging from the strap around his neck. They were weighty and worth a fortune, not that paid a cent for them, or any of his current gear.
As he rocked back and flicked his legs over to solid ground his equipment chinked and clattered. On a brand new holstered belt dangled the malls security master keys along within an extendable baton and a taser gun. All nice donations from the security office. Despite his best efforts he still couldn’t get hold of a real gun but the crossbow on his side found in the army surplus was good enough. That along with a few knives tucked away and a campers backpack stocked with supplies meant he was ready to go and face what ever was out there.

A short moment later and he was loading up that lonely sports car. There was something he had seen from atop the roof, something worth checking out, a someone.

D&D 5e - Asembia: Untitled Roles

Azzen makes whatever motions a layman might consider required of him to redy some healing magic, but in truth he was just standing back to see how this would all play out while keeping his distance from the danger.

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@RC3
I’m keen to start ASAP ;)
Can’t wait to start eating and absorbing other creatures

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Reshy

Name:	Age:	Gender:	Race:	Level:
Reshy	3 Days	Male	Goblin	29

Personality: Reshy is of a mischievous mind, it seemingly never settles. His fingers seldom idle and his grin often wide, easily portrays his mood. He has little time for pleasantries and speaks with blunt statements void of consequences. A lover of puzzles and gadgets, his attention not so easily lost when sunken into a thing or challenge.
He has a strong competitive streak not bound by honour or rules. Victory is victory after all. Especially to the greedy. However, he is not reckless, a thin film of cowardice rears from time to time and prevents him from overstepping his limits. What good are things or greatness if you are dead?

Past Life:

The dreamer

He worked some boring office job, locked in a tiny cubicle from 9-5. His soul slowly withering away a little more each and every day. Meanwhile his heart yearned for the wilderness, for freedom. His spare time was occupied with documentaries and books on survival and nature. He even volunteering at animal shelters and visited the local wildlife sanctuary far more than most. When he was younger he had been in the scouts, had gone hunting and camping with his father, but those days were long behind him.
When he finally sought to re-live them, his glory days, those simpler happy times, he spent five days out in the serenity of nature with the barest of supplies before a simple slip sent him off a mountain edge and ended his life.

Progression & Spoils

Day 3

• Awoken in a den of gobbo’s, Reshy took best rock n bug.
• Ran into old gobbo, fixed up Reshy n made me leave...
• Snuck through forest, hungry now. Tried to climb tree.
• Yellow slime

  Killing Blow (+4 Levels)
  Successful Hunt (+8 Levels)
  Gained Skills Frenzy & Regeneration
  Goblin Reshy (Level 1) ---> Goblin Reshy (Level 13)
• Feelin good now, still hungry, smell nice.
• Reshy keep sneaking and make weapon, shield & trap.
• Frog come but not set off trap, brother come too. We attack frog.
• horned frog

  Crafted a trap (+2 levels)
  Formulated a plan (+2 levels)
  Killing blow (+4 levels)
  Successful hunt (+8 levels)
  Goblin Reshy (Level 13) ---> Goblin Reshy (Level 29)

Talent(s):

• Crafting: Allows for easier development and understanding of crafting along with improves quality of products.
• Stealth: One’s presence is less noticeable, and movements produce less sound.

Skill(s):

• Frenzy: (Active) E-Rank
  The user becomes entranced in a fit of rage, giving them the will to attack; pain and fatigue are temporarily ignored, but rational thought is not possible.
• Dark Eye (Passive) E-Rank
• Absorption (Remaining Uses: 6/8)
• Sweet Scent (Passive/Active) E-Rank
  The user exudes a floral and fruity aroma; be it his breath, body odor, or flatus. They are able to actively release a stronger scent around them. How alluring and intoxicating the scents are to others will improve as skill rank increases.
• Regeneration (Passive) [E-Rank]
  With enough time, rest, and nutrition, the user is able to heal from most wounds and blood loss. This does not apply to massive or severe injuries.

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Changing my personality. More brash and adventurous.