Red Gypsy@Dark Cloud Yup. The two will probably get along famously. Skrik's plan is to focus on poisons and spears until he can add some kind of magic to the mix. Kinda hoping for a combination of medicine man and poison master with a smattering of other skills around the edges. It seems to me that Grik is just aiming for survival at this stage but I'm curious as to whether you have a plan for his development?
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@Jangel13 And with the natural tendencies of gobs... nature isn't going to be the first pick of many soloists. It seems to me that Duvelna will be quite popular. Of course... that's all up to how people play.
Hmm... okay. So nature might be a good bet for a group of gobs acting together, their communal worship might produce results. But, a single gob or hob-gob wouldn't have much luck. @Jangel13
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Several young goblins were heading out to try their luck at hunting. Others were looking for weapons or materials first and still others, mostly girls, were talking up a storm as they planned their hunts and traps. Kids. How many of them would survive to be hobgoblins? Why hadn't more of the tribe gotten that far? What was so different about Skrik's own older siblings? What was different about him? He shook his head to clear it of confusion. The only part of those thoughts that was important right now was the unspoken question. "Does it matter?"
Right now, the answer was no. So, Skrik looked at the tribe again. His elder siblings were all busy. He'd slow them down if he tried to join them right now. That wouldn't get him to where he wanted to be either. He wanted them to... He shook his head again. That thought was for later.
If he couldn't work with his elders right now, that left the young ones. The girls were all banding together. Their planning session had been interesting to listen to. They probably would welcome him but his influence would not help them with their plans. Then there was that one that wandered off to hunt alone. That was the most likely of them, for now.
As much as Skrik was certain that they weren't strong enough to help him overcome his current obstacle, they were still capable of helping him prepare more easily. Maybe working together would also ease the gnawing hollow feeling that food and effort had never succeeded in touching. When he returned and spent a few moments among the rest of the tribe the hollow feeling turned sharper and more painful, but it was more bearable at the same time. Strange... and troublesome.
It was time to follow his young relative. Help wouldn't ask for itself. Skrik tried to track his younger kin silently. He didn't want to disturb any hunt or make himself the prey for something else. He also kept his eyes open for any stout branches or young saplings that would make good spear shafts, javelins, or clubs.
Several young goblins were heading out to try their luck at hunting. Others were looking for weapons or materials first and still others, mostly girls, were talking up a storm as they planned their hunts and traps. Kids. How many of them would survive to be hobgoblins? Why hadn't more of the tribe gotten that far? What was so different about Skrik's own older siblings? What was different about him? He shook his head to clear it of confusion. The only part of those thoughts that was important right now was the unspoken question. "Does it matter?"
Right now, the answer was no. So, Skrik looked at the tribe again. His elder siblings were all busy. He'd slow them down if he tried to join them right now. That wouldn't get him to where he wanted to be either. He wanted them to... He shook his head again. That thought was for later.
If he couldn't work with his elders right now, that left the young ones. The girls were all banding together. Their planning session had been interesting to listen to. They probably would welcome him but his influence would not help them with their plans. Then there was that one that wandered off to hunt alone. That was the most likely of them, for now.
As much as Skrik was certain that they weren't strong enough to help him overcome his current obstacle, they were still capable of helping him prepare more easily. Maybe working together would also ease the gnawing hollow feeling that food and effort had never succeeded in touching. When he returned and spent a few moments among the rest of the tribe the hollow feeling turned sharper and more painful, but it was more bearable at the same time. Strange... and troublesome.
It was time to follow his young relative. Help wouldn't ask for itself. Skrik tried to track his younger kin silently. He didn't want to disturb any hunt or make himself the prey for something else. He also kept his eyes open for any stout branches or young saplings that would make good spear shafts, javelins, or clubs.
@Dark Cloud Dentures don't last, too tasty.
So the nature deity doesn't deal with the flow of energy at all? @Jangel13
That just kicks a good chunk of shamanism in the teeth...
That just kicks a good chunk of shamanism in the teeth...
It's me. Working on my next post... one that will have more actual actions in it. Need to get back into the feel of this. @Dark Cloud, I heard that Boston was infectious... now I know it's true. THE ZOMBIES ARE COMING!
Dun dun... DUUUNNNN....
@Jangel13, Aww... no slap upside the knee with a stick? I agree with the sage advice. Skrik's isolation was initially dictated by circumstances. Now, it's more a leftover habit.
@Dark Cloud, I'll probably take you up on that, if only for the material gathering and basic hunting trip.
@Dark Cloud, I'll probably take you up on that, if only for the material gathering and basic hunting trip.
@Jangel13, Skrik didn't say much. It would depend more on what gramps thinks of him and his deliveries, considering his efforts to hunt things above his strength for awhile. Honestly, Skrik's been nearly isolated from the tribe for long enough that I'm having trouble figuring out how he would approach them. I'm probably going to post again later today or tomorrow to get him moving in a more productive way but that productivity could start with learning about the "Three" or with replacing gear and looking for more lethal poisons. Still targeting a sort of shaman role for him. Just haven't decided how to get there just yet. After all, I know he can't tackle that bear at the pool just yet. He might have to tell somebody else about it to really stand a chance.
@Dark Cloud, Who knows. Maybe Skrik will end up going the same way for a bit. I'll decide later since I'm gonna be busy for the next few hours.
@Dark Cloud, Who knows. Maybe Skrik will end up going the same way for a bit. I'll decide later since I'm gonna be busy for the next few hours.
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