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Zectoll
Day 5:A Flame quenched by stone
Well, food is one reason. Sure "hunting" plants and berries doesn't make you stronger but at least we will have something to eat even if we don't find prey. And if we can grow them we'll have more time that Goblins like Kishi can use to make new items. There is also the fact that some of them can be used for medicine and who knows what else. I haven't tried it but I think the yellow berries can be used to poison weapons, in case we ever have to fight enemies so strong that we might have to be willing to kill them without eating them.
Zectoll nodded. He thought Goblin's Stegs reasoning in pursuing plant knowledge to be quite reasonable, though the sentiment behind such reasoning did not with him. To many safety nets in play causes one to become lax, in Zectoll's mind one must pursue life with a blazing passion deep inside. He watched as Goblin Luz ate of the berries, her and Goblin Stegs beginning to discuss their plans for gathering more plant matter. Zectoll was curious as to what the two goblins would accomplish today, though his aims resided upon a more violent path. He spun the Alpha rabbit horn in his hands, from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Lomen, a strange look splayed across his brothers face. Something was not right this morning, Zectoll could feel it in the air. He was not surprised when Grandpa Goblin approached them, though the news brought forth from the cave's Elder shocked Zectoll to the core.
Goblin Kishi, was dead. Killed by falling stone. Zectoll could scarcely believe the words being said to him. Goblin Kishi, one of two goblins Zectoll referred to as brother, the one who had given him his first spear allowing him to begin his journey to dethrone the King of the Mountain, the one who discovered the secret of crafting fire was dead. As the news settled into Zectoll's mind, he began to wonder, what were Kishi's goals? For what purpose did Kishi strive towards? Zectoll walked over to Goblin Kishi's living space, examining his Brothers belongings. In a small corner, Zectoll noticed some markings. It seemed that Goblin Kishi was creating a map of sorts, Zectoll only recognized a small portion of the map. As he stood there, contemplating the loss, the last words Kishi spoke to him echoed in his mind"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!
Zectoll sat down, as a wave of sadness rolled over him. Grief and fear, seeped into his mind like a dense fog, a gift of the Chained Grief Curse. To think that Kishi would die so suddenly, and in such a random way. Remembering Grandpa's wisdom in dealing with fear, Zectoll resolved himself to face and accept the loss of his brother. Though Zectoll did not share Kishi's general foresight in the knowledge of creating things, he would honor his brothers memory by perfecting his own crafting skills in the coming days. Though before he could do that, he would need to become formidable enough that neither boulders nor forest beasts could do him harm.
With new resolve Zectoll rose, slight pain rippling through his limbs. He once again went to the entrance of the cave. Though this day has grieved us, we must not lose hope. Goblin Kishi is gone now, but we must continue on. A new day, a new hunt. I will be venturing into the forest once again, to gain food and strength. Anyone who wishes to become blooded upon the beasts of the forest are free to join me. Zectoll said to the general collection of goblins. With the passing of Goblin Kishi, there remained only two goblins with much experience hunting outside the cave to his knowledge. Those Goblins being himself and his Brother Lomen. He hoped that some of the goblins less experienced with death and violence would venture out with him to gain some experience. After addressing the group, Zectoll made his way over to Lomen, sitting next to him. What shall we hunt today, brother. His voice was somber, biting back sadness, holding onto resolve with thin threads.
About to make a post guys.
Whose Kissing? lol
@demonspade64@The 4 Winds@El Noche@Duthguy
I wanted to ask all of you before I did this. I wanted to ask if you guys didn't mind me bringing in my own character. Now I want to let you all know I will not be biased in this he will just be another character subject to the same rules as you. I only ask you all this because we have been losing people left and right. Your choice everyone
Typically speaking, in most of the games I've seen, the GM usually does have a character in the story as well. I am perfectly fine with you doing the same.
Zectoll
Day 5: Growing pains
Zectoll slept hard, his body unmoving, his mind a deep cloud of darkness. No dreams came to him as he passed through the night into morning, and as he opened his eyes he became acutely aware of the tight soreness wrapped around his whole body. The goblin begab to rise to his feet, wiping drool from his mouth and straightening his right ear, which was mashed against the side of his head. All the while he groggily grunted, unconsciously stretching his muscles in an attempt to ease the tension and soreness. He soon noticed the timer, the summation of which would spell the end of his bodies soreness.
Through the pain of his muscles, he could feel that they had grown, the resulting pain being a part of the process of the develop of new fibers. Zectoll relished the pain, as he imagined himself growing large and muscled. His mind then wandered onto the subject of the King of the Northern mountain once more. In his mind flashed and image of a huge wolf, thick corded muscles rippling underneath a steel black coat and a maw filled to the brim with glistening white teeth. Much more pain he would need to go through to get his body in a powerful enough state to fulfill his goal.
With determination burning in his eyes Zectoll gathered up his fang fist, and Alpha rabbit horned and headed to the cave entrance. He continued to stretch as he observed the outside of the cave. He would await the ending of the timer, as he awaited for Lomen to awaken. He looked around and saw the Goblin Stegs was also up and about. Good sunrise to you, Goblin Stegs. It seems you are interested in these plants. To what end do you do this? Zectoll was curious as to what value plants had other than for food, or for using as a means to ambush prey. Since berries didn't fight back, he found little value in eating them.
I'll have a post up sometime this morning.
@Darkspleen - I shall bow out as well. Just got promoted to a new position at work, and it's taking a lot more of my time than I thought it would.
Zectoll
Day 4:
"But you have proven yourself the stronger fighter this time. Now it is time to rest and it seemed our hidden brother has found something of value."
Zectoll smiled widely as Lomen patted him on the head. Indeed, two new abilities I have gained, abilities I feel will be critical in the coming days. Zectoll was filled with a feeling of growth, as he had made another step towards realizing his goal of defeating the Great Black Wolf who ruled the northern mountains. Adrenaline surge would allow him to narrow the gap of speed and power between himself and the Wolf, and Counterstrike would enable him to avoid grave injury while also fighting back against the great beast.
Though he still had much work to do in developing himself, the fact that he was taking steps each day to fulfill his goal made him feel a sense of confidence and purpose. He followed Lomen over to see what was going on with these stones, though with each step his eyes became heavier. Your endurance knows no bounds brother Zectoll yawned as he watched Lomen working to get more of this special stone out of the wall. Stones and rocks did not interest him much, and he was completely wore out from the duel. I am going to sleep, I will learn of your special stones when I awaken. Don't work too hard, for we shall hunt once more tomorrow. Zectoll sauntered off to his corner of the cave, curled up into a ball and went soundly too sleep.
Zectoll
Day 4:Duel of Goblins, concluded
Zectoll did not see the final blow coming, even if he had, he did not have the energy to avoid, having put everything into his counter-strike. The hook hit him the side, knocking him off balance. As Lomen crashed to the ground, so did Zectoll, his body rolling past Lomen as he tumbled to the ground. The cavern floor was cold and hard against his flesh, a stray rock nicking his forehead. Zectoll did his best to rise to his feet, the spar had taking a lot out of him. He could feel the dull ache of blows upon his body.
After rising he went over to Lomen, to see how his brother fared. He could feel the knew skills he had learned. Through the tumultuous effort of the spar. Surely he thought, that Lomen also gained several skills. Together they had gained much, in both pain and skill. You are a fierce fighter indeed brother. Zectoll said as he reached a shaky hand to Lomen, attempting to help him up. Though he was standing, Zectoll was completely exhausted and sore from the bout, his feet trembling slightly as he walked.
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