Haeo

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Skrik pulled more of the inner bark from the tree, being careful not to remove too much of the skin of the tree. He didn’t see any benefit to be gained by hurting it more than necessary, and he knew that he could kill it if he tried. He ended up with a small rolled wad of inner bark wrapped in two layers of outer bark to keep the poison from leaking out or the inner bark from drying out. It should be enough for two more doses. ‘After all, he thought as he looked down at his improved knife, this will only get me so far.’

He was just about to hunt for more useful materials when his stomach clenched, giving him a firm reminder of where his current priority should lie. Tree bark had provided a valuable tool but it hadn’t done anything to fill his belly, at least not yet. So, with that in mind, he headed into the trees in search of prey.

He knew two things about his prey for sure. One was that they had horns so they might not flee at first sight but fight instead. The other was that they were alive. That meant that they needed food, water, and breath to survive. He didn’t know exactly what horned rabbits ate but he was pretty sure that he would find out soon. He kept his senses keen as he worked his way along the trails; watching for chewed leaves, broken twigs, fur snagged on branches or missing berries, listening for movement in the underbrush or any sound of water or beasts, and smelling for any fresh droppings or other sign that a beast had strayed close to the trails. He started with the more clearly beaten trails made by the less capable goblins and then slipped off onto one of the far narrower and less visible ones that wound through the shadowed brush. He kept his poisoned knife in his hand and ready to strike since he knew that this path might make him vulnerable to ambush.

As he went along, he couldn’t help but notice the great variety of bushes and trees as well as grasses, mosses, vines and mushrooms that lived in such close proximity to one another. He was sure that some of them would prove to be at least as useful as the bark from the Numbing Trees but he couldn’t afford to let himself be distracted by his curiosity now.

Character/Inventory

EXP:

Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Numbing Bark

Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight
Acquired Skills:

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

@Jangel13

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Thanks! It works just fine for me. Skrik hasn't met anyone else yet so it's solo work for me... well... for awhile anyway.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Ok, so this section is cool and the rest is too much.

Goblin
Hobgoblin
Hedge Doctor - Skilled in making both medicine and poison, often from the same ingredients which are found in nature.
Shaman - Developing an understanding that all forms of life are entwined within the world's magic and the ability to enhance medicines and poisons with magic as well as some direct magical control and simple animal/plant manipulation.

Easy enough. I'll just work from here then. All in all, half of the thing being acceptable after just a few minutes thought is not bad.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Haeo It also means your stuck with us.

@ReusableSword

That... doesn't bother me in the slightest. ;)

@Haeo

Lay it on me then. You coming up with your own ideas means your more invested in the rp as a whole :)

@Jangel13

As you wish. This is what I have come up with within the past few minutes, in theoretical order.

Goblin
Hobgoblin
Hedge Doctor - Skilled in making both medicine and poison, often from the same ingredients which are found in nature.
Shaman - Developing an understanding that all forms of life are entwined within the world's magic and the ability to enhance medicines and poisons with magic as well as some direct magical control and simple animal/plant manipulation.
Nagus - Skilled in using magic to extract the fundamental essence of a specific creature or attribute and work with it as an ingredient. Also capable of providing enhancements and enchantments to animate or inanimate objects. Stronger animal/plant manipulation.
Shmine - Able to combine and manipulate their own essence along with other extracted essences to drastically reshape living things and give lifelike properties to dead or non-living things. Animal/plant domination. [Skin becomes faintly luminescent and waxen. Veins sometimes appear to move on their own.]
Demihril - Able to combine and manipulate their own essence along with other extracted essences to produce entirely new creatures. Devotee of one of the most distant gods, Thrilshmae, the god of first light and creation. [Skin and eyes are luminescent and waxen. Age is no longer visible. Several sets of veins seem to move beneath the skin and slender tendrils of glowing fluid can extend from any part of the body for brief periods.]

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Oh, dear... now I have all sorts of ideas. Muahaha...ha...ha...

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

I'm starting to get the feeling that I've only just seen how far the sub-structure of this roleplay goes. I wonder if the development I had in mind would even be worth pursuing... or whether or not I should come up with a couple more goblins... hmm...@Jangel13

I do wish the trees were dated so I could tell which one was newest, I didn't spot a date when I looked at them. Still, they are awesome indeed.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

@Dynamo Frokane CS now ready for review, when you have time of course.

WIP: Ryan Lungfirst

PILOT
Name: Ryan Lungfirst
Age: 38(15-65)
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 148 lbs
Pilot Class: Sky Warrior
Nationality: “Alaskan”
Appearance: Brown eyes so dark as to seem almost black stare piercingly from beneath red eyebrows speckled with white. Beneath them squats a wide nose atop a mustache and beard that make the mouth all but invisible, for all that the beard stops only an inch below the chin. Above it all is a high, and slightly receding, hairline with a slightly golden sheen breaking up its dusky blonde. This is the face of Ryan Lungfirst, pilot of the “Long-Dive” and skilled evader of major trouble.

His body isn’t that impressive though, a little thin but muscled with a farmer’s tan. His fingers and toes are a little long and he stands at a modest 5’10”. Fashion isn’t his strong suit and he is rarely seen in anything other than either a black or gray flight suit and dusty brown work boots, unless he broke out his mechanic’s coveralls.

Bio: Lungfirst was born to a farming family in southern Illinois. However, the town was raided and most of the residents were sold as slave labor, his family included. While most of his family were sold to settlements in various states throughout the Northwestern states, he was still small enough that onen of them wanted him. Eventually, he was sold to a bandit gang in southern Alaska in exchange for a few small boxes of cheap ammo. After a few years, he earned full membership by shooting a spy from a rival gang. Unknown to him at the time, the leader of his gang was watching when he pulled the trigger.

The spy died slowly from the gunshot wound to a lung as the young Ryan felt no need to waste additional bullets on a dying enemy. The gang leader gave him the name Lungfirst and full membership in recognition of his instinctive ruthlessness. He began to learn quickly, everything that he could learn as a full member. That gang survived for several more years before they suffered a series of catastrophic failed raids.

As Lungfirst was talented and efficient with maintenance and repair work he was too valuable to risk on raids. This was how he survived. As time went on, he was passed from one bandit squadron to another as they were killed in the continual infighting that ravaged the Alaskan wilderness. He loaded and maintained the bush planes that saw most of the tiny skirmishes over the interior of Alaska. Kept alive by virtue of his skills, he moved from one area to another with whoever he served. It didn’t hurt his survival odds that he wasn’t loyal to any one boss, they all understood that he was out to survive. But eventually, after dodging death most of his life and getting through puberty without giving girls much thought, he found himself besotted with an engineer working with a local military wing based out of an old Air Force Base. He waited until the right moment, when his current boss was going to die in another ill-conceived raid, and joined the military for the most cliché of reasons.

She was smart and driven. She also couldn’t care one bit about the up and coming recruit of questionable loyalty. Still, she needed a test pilot for their latest tech resurrection program who could actually understand what was being tested. That was how Test Pilot Lungfirst ended up behind the stick of quite a few exotic and experimental planes. He played a part in stabilizing the interior of Alaska by using his rapidly developing piloting skill and well-honed mechanical insight to perfect the planes that decided many fights and annihilated numerous bandit gangs. Unfortunately, the higher ranking officers decided that he knew too much and had become too important. They planned an accidental retirement for him, post-mortem medals included.

The plan involved the engineering girl of his dreams finally showing him some interest and leading him right into the trap. But, a boy raised by bandits is no stranger to betrayal. The change in his crush’s behavior was too much to be believed. When that test flight started he went up with a full load instead of the minimal supplies that were scheduled. After sticking around at low altitude long enough to test the alternate console arrangement that was the subject of the test and remove the bomb that was under his seat and drop it out the side of the canopy, he climbed up to his plane’s maximum safe altitude, picked a direction and kept going.

A couple lucky engagements and some mercenary and courier work kept him flying and allowed him to cross vast stretches of sky with only a few close calls. After all, there were very few planes that could even get to his altitude, never mind being able to fight or dodge once there. It helped his odds that he was able to maintain and upgrade his plane as he went, though he was careful not to return to Alaska. The plane that he fled with was far from cutting edge, though the line models being produced back there were heavier with either scanning equipment or heavy bomb loads. Neither could get within ten thousand feet of the altitude that Lungfirst prefers without dropping all their gear unless they wanted to stall.

After almost a decade of this roving life he finally developed a reputation for getting jobs done, consistently and safely. It was a rare kind of reputation for anyone who flew the turbulent skies. This rare reputation was likely the only reason why he received a job offer from a legendary ace. Ryan almost rejected the offer. The prospect of working with a dogfighter added an element of risk to the job that was usually past his go-no go threshold. But, the prestige he would gain by working with this particular man could prove to be well worth the danger. Besides, stability was good for business and war wasn’t.

Theme Song: (optional)

PLANE:

XB-35-M4 Visual Reference

Name: XB-35-M4 “Long-Dive”
Description: This model was designed for testing various sets of modular equipment and extended flight initially. Lungfirst's subsequent modifications include numerous features including targeting sensors in the fuselage that allow the acquisition of missile locks at significant range without altering the Long-Dive's orientation or costing it altitude.
Plane Type: Prop Flying Wing
Extra Aircraft Notes: Designed for extreme altitude, efficiency, and precision, this plane can hold its altitude for 38 hours and is equipped for mid-air refueling. However, its armor is concentrated on its belly, tail, and nose with the upper fuselage left more vulnerable. Long-Dive typically holds an altitude where the thinness of the atmosphere makes dogfighting all but impossible, even for the planes that can reach it without stalling.

Weapons Descriptions:
-One Nose mounted Minigun
-20 Unguided rockets divided between two launchers, one beneath the Minigun and one in the rear center fuselage.
-4 Air-Ground missile launchers in the wings.
-2 Ammo Pods on the upper fuselage loaded with replacement missiles for his launchers.
-2 Air-Air missile launchers that fire half-sized twin-detonation homing missiles. Each missile is either EM or Heat Seeking, fired alternately. (If the target breaks off and achieves a relative position that approximately flanks the missile then it fires a ring dispersal shower of bomblets. If the target remains ahead of it then the missile will attempt to collide with the target, detonating a shaped charge with high armor piercing capability. If the missile suffers damage it will align with its target and detonate both systems simultaneously.)

Weaknesses: unarmored upper fuselage and very limited agility
Past Encounter: (Optional, give a description of a note-worthy mission/battle/adventure that this Frame has been on)

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Understood. Posted and mentioned.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

The Third Day
Silence. Darkness. Stillness. Then, something changed. There was feeling and presence, sound and touch, comfort and confusion. He knew himself as person and male and… goblin. His eyes slid open and saw blurs and shadows. The blurs hurt his eyes and the shadows were confusing. He heard crying, felt it shake him, knew he was crying too. He wasn’t alone. He calmed. He slept.

The Fifth Day

It was later. He was less tired. He opened his eyes again. He saw the blurs and shadows but didn’t understand them, so he mused on it and on the pain in his eyes for awhile while moving as best he could. Meanwhile, he became more aware of his fingers and what he could feel. While other goblins rushed to get names and make their simple loincloths before hurrying out of the cave, he hung back in the darker shadows. He used his fingers to trace his own body. He found the parts that pulsed and beat, the parts that swelled as he breathed, and the parts that he knew by instinct were important. He looked at the other goblins and found the same parts on them. Then he spotted something in his little dark corner, something that seemed to shine to his eyes. It was a rock, rounded and wide on one side and flat and narrow on the other. In fact, it was sharp and he used it to finally mimic the other goblins. He made his own loincloth but he made it tighter and smaller with a piece cut off that he used to wrap the first places where he felt his life pulsing. When he crawled out of the deepest darkness to receive his name he was wearing a strip of cloth around his neck and around each wrist as well as a tight loincloth and holding a sharp, flat edged rock firmly in one hand. He smiled a twisted smile with his sharp teeth on display as he received his name, “Skrik”.

The outside beckoned and he knew that he would accomplish nothing more by curling up with his younger kin who had yet to rouse themselves. So, he pushed himself up and tried to walk. He had to catch himself a couple times before he mastered the balance required. Then he walked out of the cave, more slowly than some. His eyes adjusted to the light quickly and he took stock of the surroundings.

There were other goblins, wandering about or hunting with tools in hand. Though, few of them had sharp tools like his rock. Most had sticks or round rocks for hitting hard. They were standing and walking and running. But, they weren’t holding food and they looked hungry. Skrik knew that he was getting hungry too. If those around him were not holding food and they were still hungry then there was something wrong with what they were doing. He stood and watched, not just the other goblins but the trees and the bushes and the dirt. The answers to his questions and the problem at hand were right here, they had to be.

He concentrated, he saw details. After an hour he realized that there were more than one type of tree and several kinds of bush. He also realized that he was getting hungrier more quickly than he would like. So, he decided to experiment. He knew that his sharp rock could cut cloth. It was time to test it against something else. He selected a thick tree with white bark that was peeling away and looked like it might be sickly. Then he chose a spot and struck it with his sharp rock, trying to peel off the outside. Something as big as a tree should have some kind of strength inside it. Maybe he could get some for himself.

The edge did not bite very deep but it was enough for him to grab and pull a small part of the bark away. The outside was hard and stiff but the inside was soft and stringy. He tore a little of the stringy part off and chewed it. After a minute he spat it out. His mouth was getting numb. He hissed, or tried to. The sound came out as a limp ‘phbbt’ since he couldn’t feel his tongue or lips. Well, this was what he got for being curious, though this could be useful for other things related to food.

The effect faded after a few minutes but by that time he had coated his little stone knife with the thick fluid that he squeezed from the inner bark. If he couldn’t talk well after chewing it then it would probably make it hard for prey to move well if he could get it into them. Though, he would still need a good way of getting close enough to use his knife.

@Jangel13

Character/Inventory

EXP:

Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Numbing Bark

Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight
Acquired Skills:

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 You have my sympathies. Take any time you need. I'm pretty sure that everyone here will be patient, especially for such a reason.