El Noche

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

Zectoll

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Zectoll's body felt light and filled with electricity. The sound of Lomen and Kishi's battlecries, the smell of blood and death in the air, and the struggle to survive this mortal duel drove any pretense of technique from Zectoll's mind. He struck with all he had, his mind and body slipping into a primal trance. The blow landed upon the wolf heavily. The sound of flesh being torn asunder and hot blood spraying onto green skin filled the air. Moments later the wolf lay dead at the feet of the trio. Zectoll shook his head, slowly coming out of the daze brought on by the gravity of their struggle against the black wolves. Zectoll looked to his comrades, taking this brief moment of peace to reflect. In that moment, standing there with Lomen and Kishi, blood stained upon the ground, blood stained upon their own green bodies, Zectoll felt a strange mixture of trepidation and contentment. The wolves were strong, stronger than Goblins that much was certain. The only reason the three of them were still alive and in one piece was due to the fact that they outnumbered the wolves, and had taken the wild canines by surprise. Was this what it meant to be a goblin, Zectoll thought. To struggle against foes of such prowess, while themselves being so weak, clamoring together just to stay alive? What other beasts lurked in the forest? Beasts beyond that of these black wolves.

"You two were excellent in that fight. I see that you didn't get that horn out of pure luck, Lomen. And Zectoll, you were able to move for less than a day and you already caught up to me. How do you think that will make me feel! Just kidding."

Zectoll rubbed the fresh wolf blood from his face with his hand. Not until I've outgrown you in size, dear brother He licked his palm clean of the blood, a grin slowly appearing on his face.

"You probably realized it by now, but I used you two to get to Isurta and Xaal. I'm sorry I risked your lives. If you could, however, I would be indebted to you if you could help me carry them back."

Zectoll nodded. Well, you did give me this spear, and the chance to gain knowledge of life and death. A worthwhile price to pay to help with a task such as this I would say. Zectoll said as he began gathering up Isurta's remains.

"We should probably eat one of the wolves now. We will not be able to carry all of the bodies back, so getting rid of one of them would be good."

Considering this was his first kill, Zectoll decided that he would take a memento from the caracass. He pried a long canine from the mouth of the black wolf he had helped kill. He then went about gutting the carcass. From the kill Zectoll took the liver, spleen, kidney, and lungs. He feasted upon the organs with glee, taking much pleasure in their varying spongy textures.

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@El Noche@The 4 Winds@Duoya

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True. That's one of the reasons I joined this RP. You seemed pretty dedicated to keeping things going.

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That's unfortunate. I was looking forward to interacting with skulbi.

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Zectoll

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The sound of Kishi's rabbit horn spear piercing through flesh and bone cued Zectoll to begin his attack. Adrenaline surged into his body as he leaped from his hiding place, spear racing through the air to bite into the other wolf's flesh. The wolf now alert and aware of the goblin's attack flowed around Zectoll's spear point like water. Zectoll quickly pivoted on his heels, his feet sliding in the grass as he attempted to match the point of his spear with the wolf's quick turning movements. He jabbed at the wolf several times, each thrust striking only air. The wolf was much faster than Zectoll anticipated and he began to fear that he and his comrades would not be able to fell the beast. Fear and doubt began to fill his mind.

As the wolf growled and bared it's teeth Zectoll hopped several feet back, his foot bumping up against one of the spears of his fallen kin lying on the ground as he landed. Instinctively Zectoll hooked his toes underneath the shaft of the spear rolling it onto the top of of his foot. With one deft motion Zectoll threw the spear into the air with his foot, catching the spear in his hand. He now stood with a stone spear in each hand. He noticed that Kishi had engaged the wolf from the front, letting out a loud cry. Just as Kishi let out the cry he noticed Lomen moving in to attack the wolf's side from the rear. Finding his will renewed by the fighting spirit of his brethren Zectoll hoisted the spear of his fallen kin above his shoulder and cast it at the wolf's left upper flank. In the back of his mind Zectoll reasoned that the wolf would have difficulty fending off three attacks at once.

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@Duoya @The 4 Winds @El Noche

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will post when I get off in about 3 or so hours.

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Fresh meat?

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Zectoll

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Greedily, Zectoll consumed Lomen's berries and advice. The pleasantly sweet fruit calmed his starving stomach and the advice his fellow goblin gave produced a measure of confidence within him. The big eared goblin followed Kishi and Lomen out of the cave and into the forest. Zectoll observed his surroundings with awe, and a small measure of fear. For it was in this place, so green and full of life, that he and his fellow goblins would glean through lethal struggle the means to live another day. Zectoll clutched his spear tightly, treading softly on the forest floor as to not make a sound. His red goblin eyes peering intently into the surrounding forest, attempting to see some trace of horned rabbit. He wanted a similar trophy as Lomen, a wicked rabbit horn to call his own.

Soon they had reached their intended destination, Kishi quickly motioning for them to take up positions as to ambush their intended prey. Zectoll obliged with haste, crouching low as he peered into the thicket. The sight of macabre scene of the two canines feasting on the remains of his kin shook Zectoll. His earlier confidence wavered. No longer was the concept of death simply an abstract idea in his head. For it was here before him, in the form of two black wolves. He did his best to hide his fear from Lomen and Kishi, his face showed an expression of calm.

"Here is my plan: I will climb one of the trees and, once I am in position, you two will launch an attack from the back of the wolf furthest from my tree. As you do so, I will leap down onto the other wolf, skewering him to the ground."

"If either of you can think of something that doesn't have a good chance of breaking my legs, however, please tell me."

Zectoll was quite surprised by Brother Kishi's idea. It sounded quite risky. Zectoll glanced back at the wolves, taking note of their biting fangs. He then looked to his spear. For the wolf to do him harm, it would have to come quite close. But for Zectoll, the biting point of his spear was far away from his own body. He knew that he had the advantage in regards to reach, Kishi as well being similarly armed as he. He perhaps thought it would be best, if the three made a formation, with Lomen in the middle shield up, Kishi and Zectoll on each flank. Together they would ambush and corral one of the wolves, hoping to finish the kill quickly before the second wolf could come to into the fight. But Zectoll kept his thoughts to himself, as this was his first hunt. He would go along with whatever plan Lomen and Kishi came up with.

Zectoll nodded at Lomen at Kishi and quietly got into position to ambush the wolf beneath tree. He watched the wolf eating, and how it's chest and stomach undulated as it ate and breathed. Deciding the life of the wolf lay in that area of the body, Zectoll planned to impale the wolf in the side, attacking from its rear flank should brother Kishi miss or fail to kill the wolf off in one hit. Instinctively he knew that most of the power from his strike should come from his legs, and flow up into his arms. If the wolf turned on him, he would take up and defensive stance using the length of the spear to keep the wolf at bay so that Kishi could finish it off.

Though if Kishi's attack struck true, Zectoll would immediately rush to aid Lomen utilizing quick jabs aimed at the wolf's legs, and using the length of his spear to keep the wolf at bay.

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@The 4 winds @Duoya @El Noche

ready

Zectoll is ready to strike

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Theme song for today's hunt.

Reckless City MD Geist OST

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmfKrwyIBdU

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@Duoya@Jangel13

Zectoll is also ready to go, whenever you guys post.

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"Of course I will show you! However... I will decide where we go to hunt. After all, you have never been outside before right, Brother Zectoll? Here, this is yours now."

Kishi tossed the stone spear, the one that had never been used, towards the goblin.

Instinctively Zectoll raised one hand into air, letting the spear fall firmly into his hand. He looked at the weapon with glee holding it awkwardly in his hands. The conception of such a weapon was beyond him and he was unsure of its direct applications and how best to use it. He slowly began twirling the spear in his hands, slowly transitioning from left to right to spinning it above his head. He ended the maneuver with the spear point facing outwards with his feet planted in a wide stance. Yes, never have I been outside the cave, nor stood upright for more than twenty minutes. But I am ready now...Brother Kishi? Zectoll had spent little time speaking with the other Goblins, the convention of referencing each other by brother and sister was rather odd.

Thank you for this opportunity. I will follow where ever you lead. I will wait for you at the mouth of the cave when you are ready.

Zectoll bowed, and then walked to the mouth of the cave, head held high, spinning and twirling the spear like a baton.

"Just be careful not to get impaled by a horned rabbit. They move pretty fast. I am going to head out as well, you and anyone else willing to hunt are welcome to join me."

Zectoll stopped playing with his new spear to regard the goblin who had just addressed him. A look of admiration appearing on his face as he examined the Goblin's equipment, and most notably the pelt the goblin wore on his chest. You have tasted of death as well, like Goblin Kishi. Horned rabbits are fierce opponent yes, Goblin Lomen? Zectoll said as he rubbed his chin. Impalement, Zectoll inquired about the word in his head? Zectoll took his spear and performed a swift jab into the air. Zectoll thinks that it is the horned rabbit who should worry about being impaled Zectoll said to Lomen with a sly grin on his face. I am waiting on Goblin Kishi, he agreed to teach one such as I what he has learned of life and death. You also seem to have knowledge of life and death. Would you join our party as well? Zectoll said to Lomen, an eager grin splayed across his face.