Horrid

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

@Afina Mind if I PM you a character concept? Need some feedback is all.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

*Slides out from off-camera. Zoom on face.*

Need another gun, pardner?

*Audience applause.*

In other words, is there some room up in this piece?

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

I'm perfectly alright with Drizzak getting none of the loot. Y'all can divvy it between yourselves as you see fit. If no one claims something I'll take it for efficiency's sake.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Drizzak

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Drizzak had been trying not to think too hard since speaking with Sister Agnes. Her words made his brain do backflips. Wanting to be a good goblin, made him a good goblin? He had to admit he was a bad goblin to be a good one? If he failed to be a good goblin, he would still be good because he tried? The concepts of good and evil, right and wrong, occupied the edges of his mind as he ate his evening meal of meat and bread.

Not great for dinner conversation, so he remained quiet until the time for rest came. He slept near the window that night, looking up at the stars. The cool, soft breeze helped him to lay his wandering thoughts to rest, and soothed his aching wounds. The dog mauling on his shoulder throbbed softly, but the pain was mostly in his head. The stab wound at his other shoulder was slightly more painful. He could feel it healed for the most part, but the feeling of being pierced never went away in truth.

His face was still slightly cut up, and his body was generally bruised all over, but he managed to find some semblance of restful sleep beneath the watching stars. That was until the scream for help went up. Drizzak was slower to move, body stiff and sore, but he moved all the same as he tried to don his weaponry and armor. Whip, blade, pelts and leather. No cloak this time. He liked his cloak too much.

He rushed outside behind all the others and sized up the enemy. A huge, imposing knight and his terribly frightening looking... dog? Was that even a dog? Or a dog-shaped demon? Drizzak pondered as he circled the fight. Now was not the time for thought. His friends were being attacked, and hurt! How could he just stand there as this happened? Now was the time for action and bravery!

Now was the time to be a good goblin, in the way he knew best.

With a bark, he dashed into the frey, feeling the song from Sana empowering his stride and making him feel lighter than ever before. Stronger than ever before. He intended to strike after the divine fire from Vaeri and the knife from Tobias. His whip was drawn, and ready to slice through the air as he flung it toward the Antipaladin's neck. Behind his teeth glowed a golden light, a flame powered by rage. If the whip grappled successfully, he would pull him down and unleash an inferno of flame upon his head in a roar of anger.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri is Leona as fuck. Warrior of the Sun. Smiting with the light. The Blade of Daybreak.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

What if I auto-hit BECAUSE I want Drizzak to get royally fucked up?

THERE MUST BE BLOOD, FOR THE GOOD OF ALL.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Drizzak

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As the party returned to the village, Drizzak found himself thinking rather introspectively. In the past day he had spilled so much blood, and for the first time he felt that it was not necessary. Sure, he may have enjoyed it, but there was difference between needing slaughter and wanting it. He was a good goblin, or so he thought of himself. No one had really told him besides himself. A good fighter, yes. A good ally, yes. Even a good cook once. He had cooked bone and onion soup. It was delicious. But still, he was not told if he were actually doing good.

He needed to find out, he had decided. After the disagreement with the dispatching of the slavers in the village and his duel with Xilipha, Drizzak was left with a strangely bitter taste in his mouth. He needed something more. Something more than just killing to kill. He needed a reason to do what he did so well. He departed from the rest of the party and began to seek his target, looking left and right as he limped around in search of Sister Agnes. When he left for the slaver's camp, he was to bring her back the finest warrior's hands as a trophy, but now he could barely even think of defiling Xilipha's corpse in such a way. He did not want to be a butcher without remorse or reason. He wanted to be hailed as a hero, to be revered and ascend beyond the common goblin. He felt a need to protect the weak.

Among the gathered masses is where Drizzak found Sister Agnes, tending to the weak and weary. He wasted no time in advancing and attempting to grab her attentions, interested only in furthering his goals. He pushed his way through the crowds, now that the slaves were safe and his companions were tending to both themselves and those weaker. With a tug on her skirt, Drizzak spoke directly to Sister Agnes.

"Lady Eggness tell Drizzak how to be big good guardian. Tell Drizzak how to be goodest. Drizzak want prove he good goblin."

As he stared up at her with those large eyes, the glints of gold in his wounds shone in the light. Like little jewels beneath his skin.

@Afina

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

I'm here, I've just been caught up with irl issues.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Sorry for not posting lately, I've been bogged down with work, but its looking to clear up soon. Be back to unstable goblin mans before you know it.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Drizzak

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Sana's words passed over Drizzak as he glowered down at the twitching body of his former opponent. The silver curved blade stuck out of his shoulder, shining red in the light as it dripped slowly with his blood. His eyes went from the body to his shoulder, then to Sana as he looked at the potion. He felt terrible. Terrible aside from the weapon protruding from his little goblin body. His stomach turned and roiled as he tried to stand and take a wobbling step forward, potion in one hand and the other at Xilipha's former weapon.

'Just drink it...' Sana had said, and Drizzak debated simply swigging the potion to help with his wound, but a spark of brilliance lit a fire in his mind. His claws curled around the handle of the blade before he tore it from his shoulder and let loose a gout of blood. It took a moment, with his injuries, for him to flick the cork from the potion and begin pouring it directly into the wound. It sizzled and burned with a faint smell of herbs. Tears welled up in his eyes, but as the burning stopped so did his pouring, instead choosing to swig the remaining dregs.

The wound seemed to be sizzling itself closed, small wisps of smoke rising from where the skin broke as it began to reassemble itself. It was like being stabbed in reverse, with all the pain being sucked away. Drizzak couldn't help but scratch around it as feeling came back, but what caught his eye was the flecks of gold that lay just beneath the non-healing patches of skin. An ingredient in the potion? Little crystals of blood? Just plain ol' dirt? He couldn't tell, nor did he care as soon as the pain faded.

The slashes on his face and the dog mauling wound on his shoulder glittered dimly with the same golden flecks. This potion was definitely working its magic, but he still felt stiff in the limbs enough to warrant a stretch. A walk around would do just fine, a rummaging through some of the leftover supplies and rations would do even better. A set of saddle-bags seemed to call out to him in the distance, and like a good goblin, he began to limp over. His step was heavy and his pain was dulled, but he couldn't help but turn back to inspect his former opponent.

Best to just let the dead lay still.

Drizzak made his way over to the bags with a grumble, setting his mind to search through them. What he found was peculiar. Three separate vials of liquid, purse of gold and silver coins, some gems and a rather beautiful ring. All of it was rather interesting, but the ring held his attention the most. A ring made of silver inlaid with a band of deep blue along its center, all around its circumference. The band of blue seemed to roll and tremble, like waves in motion.

Drizzak finally found his cheeky, toothy smile as he slipped it onto one of his dirty claws. He would show them all the other stuff, but surely it was finders keepers when you no one else knew you had something. The rest was deposited straight into a sack and then straight into the wagon, as Drizzak hopped up to sit at the step of the wagon. He looked up to those already near the wagon, checked his blade and whip before deciding to hop off and walk, allowing someone else to have his space if they so chose.

He refused to look back as he spoke to his companions, tone a little more chipper than before.

"Drizzak think leave is good idea now. Only dead here. It stink too."