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Zectoll





Day 4: Desirable Rocks, Restless energy

A look of surprise came upon Zectoll'face as Skubli revealed himself from underneath his dark mantle. Zectoll had thought that perhaps Skubli was something else, not a goblin such as himself--and a tiny one at that.You need to eat more meat. You will surely perish if you stay as you are Zectoll said nodding to Lomen bidding him to chime in and agree. Though as he looked at his priestly brother he remembered how the goblin was actually quite thin, so much so that his spine was clearly visible. Zectoll rubbed his chin, deciding he would work on fattening the two Goblins up later.

Zectoll was curious about the rocks inside Skubli's alcove. He looked around the cave walls. It all looked like plain rock to him. There must be something special about the stone inside the alcove. Zectoll thoughts were interrupted by Goblins Stegs and Luz. It seemed that they were recruiting Goblins Skubli for some type of mission.

Zectoll surmised that Stegs was like Kashi, the type of goblin whow was interested in building things for the sake of building them, unlike himself and Lomen. While he was curious as to what they're plans were he was also becoming restless. His instincts were urging him to engage in what many other younglings of other predatory species engage. Playful roughhousing that mimics the move sets necessary to hunt prey.

His instincts become thoughts.He figured that if he were able to grow in skill by practicing alone, that he would grow more so by practicing with others Before the day is through we should have a mock hunt Zectoll said to Lomen. Of all the Goblins in the cave Lomen was among those with experience fighting and hunting and thus would be a match for himself, Zectoll thought. While a "mock hunt" wasn't the proper word to describe a sparring match, it was the only way he could described it. To his young mind any form of combat was ultimately a hunt for something whether it be food, materials, or in this particular case, knowledge and skill




I will have a post up in approximately 14 hours.
@Garattee The melody is pleasant. Though with the instrumentation and the changing pace I cannot tell if this song is supposed to be relaxing and chill or upbeat and happy. 6/10

Zectoll





Day 4: The mantled one

As Zectoll felt the weight of the spear leaving his hands he felt as if a path had been closed off from him. A destiny different from the one in which a spear wield Zectoll would inhabit, a reality he would now never know.

"Thank you Brother Zectoll, I hope my weapon has served you well. I am glad to see that you have created your own weapons! Maybe you'll take after me? Ha Ha Ha! But... Why did you name the weapon? It isn't really my place to ask, but a weapon is a tool, not something that is deserving of a name."

Zectoll thought for a moment, and then merely shrugged. He could not find the words to convey what he felt. That the naming of the weapon was more of a declaration of intent, a capitalization of his hope and desire for a particular future. With the matter of the bones settled, and his spear in the hands of goblin Luz, Zectoll was satisfied.

Zectoll looked about the cave, observing the various goblins going about their day. He noticed Brother Lomen speaking with Grandpa and later motioning him over to the back of the cave. Earlier Zectoll had noticed something going back there, covered in a black material. He had recalled days earlier, during his tormented time that there was such a creature in the cave. A creature that rarely came out from under it's black covering. He wasn't sure if this being that shared the cave with them was a goblin, or something else entirely, as he had never spoken to it nor gleamed a glimpse of what it looked like underneath its black mantle.

Zectoll sauntered over to Lomen cautiously, and peaked into the alcove. You called for me Brother Lomen? The alcove seemed to have become somewhat of a living space for the mantled one. Not wanting to intrude Zectoll took several steps back. Greetings mantled one, I am the goblin known as Zectoll. Zectoll was interested in finding out the nature of this being.



@Jangel13 are you going to make a post? or can I go ahead and make another one?
Zectoll





Day 4: A Matter of Bones, settled

Grasping tightly Fist Fang against his knuckles, Zectoll's mind was flooded with information. Deadly strikes, agile maneuvers, and impenetrable defense stances came rushing into his consciousness like a raging river. It was a sensation like no other he had experienced. The knowledge was filling him to fast, it was more than his mind could hold onto. It was if his mind was coming up with ideas rapidly, only to forget them moments later.He tried desperately to absorb the flowing torrent of techniques, but soon the flow faded, and he was left with but a small portion of instruction. What had caused this, Zectoll could not tell. Perhaps it was due to some natural knack he had in regards to unarmed combat, or perhaps it was some type of otherworldly phenomenon. Either way, Zectoll was excited to be making progress.

Satisfied with his training session, Zectoll gathered up the remaining wolf bones, and his spear and headed over to where Kishi was residing. Kishi was conversing with two other goblins, unfamiliar to Zectoll. Zectoll peered at the peculiarly bright colored goblin, and the female goblin standing with him. It seemed that they had settled whatever it was the three were talking about. Zectoll brought the wolf bones and the spear over to the section of cavern wall that Kishi was standing at.

Here are the wolf bones. I have taken what I need, you can have the rest Zectoll placed the bones down neatly, into a pile. The shorter goblin looked at the spear Kishi had given him. It was a good weapon, it's reach allowing a goblin to have an advantage over the physical prowess of the beasts of the forest. For a moment Zectoll doubted himself, thinking that he should hold onto the spear, and its long reach. He quickly put such thoughts out of his mind. The loss of reach would force him to become stronger and faster to compensate, or die trying.Also, here is your spear. I will no longer be needing it. I will be relying on this alpha horn, and my fist fangs from now on.



Zectoll





Day 4: A matter of bones continued

Zectoll had slept soundly that night, his belly full of savory meat. He roused from his slumber lazily, standing to stretch his body before going about the day. Though he had wanted to venture out into the forest to search for more materials, he heeded Grandpa Goblins words and stayed within the safety of the cave. The sound of furious wind and unrelenting rain was exciting to the ear, spurring Zectoll to pursue the idea that had come to him last night. He gathered up all the materials in his possession, a cadre of wolf bones and the pelt of the Alpha rabbit. He looked around the cave and found some discarded rags, similar to the rags he now wore around his waist.

It had occured to him that all the beasts of the forest had some form of natural weaponry. The closet thing a goblin had to this was his hands and the meager claws that emerged from the fingertips. But unlike the beasts of the forest, goblins could enhance themselves with equipment. Zectoll took some rags, and ripped them into strips. He then took pieces of the wolf spinal cord. He noted that each link in the cord had a tooth like outgrowth on one side. He weaved the strips around several pieces of spinal cord, with the tooth like outgrowth facing outward. He then wrapped the band around his knuckles. Fist fangs Zectoll said to himself as he examined his handiwork. While it was certainly shoddy it was the first step to something greater. Zectoll reasoned that in order to conquer the Great Wolf on the mountain he would need to become more like such a beast. Thus he began to take an interest in weaponry that was more natural, and beast like.What is more natural than fighting with your own fists? Zectoll thought to himself as he pondered about the alpha rabbit he had slain yesterday, and the boar his brothers had kill. He reasonsed that the alpha rabbit had become so because it had developed his body, developed it's strength, thus it's horn and body grew, much like goblins develop and grow skills, or so he thought. The same was likely true for the boar as well, those rippling muscles had been developed through some sort of physical effort.

Zectoll decided that he would spend the day training with his knew primitive knuckle weapon and rabbit horn. The young goblin looked to the spear that Kishi had given him as he threw punches in the air, and decided he would return the weapon to its creator at the end of the day.

Apologies for the delay. I had typed up my post last night, I just forgot to hit the post reply button, believe or not. I guess that's what lack of sleep will do to you lol.
Zectoll





A matter of bones

Zectoll found his way to the cave, finding Grandpa standing at the entrance.

"You were so quiet. Make some noise when you walk you could have given this old goblin a heart attack"

Realizing that he was home, and relatively safe Zectoll deactivated his predator stance, falling into his normal relaxed state. Zectoll smiled at Grandpa Goblin though his attention was quickly brought to the triumphant return of Lomen and Kishi. Zectoll went over to his kin, examined the large boar they had brought back and smiled wide. Look at the hide of this one. This creature has wealth beyond it's meat. Zectoll said a look of wonder in his eyes. He soon felt himself becoming tired from todays activitie, and decded to retire to his corner of the cave.

He spent the rest of the evening picking clean the wolf bones of meat, and attempting to skin his horned rabbit. He had watched Lomen do it before, so he surmised he would simply try and emulate the technique. His mind began thinking of ways to use the bones to his advantage. Each creature he encountered had some type of natural weapon, the wolves have their fangs, the rabbits have their horns, and the boars have their tusks. He looked down at this hands, the hands that had dealt death to wolf and rabbit using the spear. An idea bega to emerge in his head.

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