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Time to swipe some sad sap's credchip and run, lads. Kansi the Thief is here. If any edits need to be made, just give a holler. @Galactic Hero


Definitely interested. Rolling up a CS now.
Third Reich is now.
All it took was a scream to get Drizzak up and into motion. One familiar scream and he was up in a flash, fully awake and fully ready to act. He was naked besides his loincloth, sure, but putting them on could mean death for him. The cold was just too much. Instead, he grabbed for his blade and made for the direction of the scream. It was Sana that screamed, he remembered the sound from their previous adventures together. She was a tough woman, and only screamed when bad things were well and truly bad.

He reached the others relatively quick, his shorter legs failing to hamper his speed as he sprinted to the scene of the crime.

"What is happen!? Where Sana? Why you have bow?"

Drizzak barked at the group, and at the one holding Sana's bow. He could smell strange scents on the air, but his nose was not as good as he wished it was. He was getting heated up. This was very bad, what could have taken her? Surely someone saw it?
Drizzak shook the sleep from his eyes once again. Had he drifted off again? He was just so relaxed and calm by the fire, with his allies around. No fights for once. No conflict. While it was fun, even he got tired of it at times.

Everyone seemed to be okay within the cave, and Drizzak saw that some new faces were joining them. That was nice. New allies to fight with, and bleed with. Talk and laugh with. There was fun to be had. Battles to be won. And here he was, sleeping on the floor of a cave by the fire and waving at them like an idiot. In a loincloth and nothing else. He might as well have introduced himself.

"I Drizzak. I fight."

How embarrassing. That is, if he felt embarrassment.
The iron sizzled at Angelika as she brought her hammer up for another swing down at its red-hot surface. One, two, three hits and she flipped the iron with her tongs, feeling its heat radiating through her thick work gloves and onto her exposed arms. Smithing was hard work, but she liked the labor. It kept her strong and healthy, and warm. One, two, three hits once again on the iron to flatten it more. To squash out the impurities and make the product strong and reliable.

She wiped the sweat from her brow with one arm, placing the iron back in the forge with the other. The apron was hot on her chest and stomach, but there was no time to take a break, save to swing some water and take a bite of bread. She returned to the anvil, grabbing the iron again and setting to work on it with light taps this time. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

No customers today. That was alright. She enjoyed the quiet. The sound of the crackling flame and the protest of the iron as she battered it. She didn't feel the need to talk much, so days when she didn't have to were a blessing. Angelika flicker her hair from her eyes before bringing the hammer up so get back to the heavy hits. Her muscles tensed as she brought it down. One, two, three. One, two, three. Flip. One, two, snap. One-

Wait a moment, that didn't sound right. Or feel right. It took a moment for her to realize that her hammer had actually splintered and snapped just before the head.For a moment, she was quiet. And in the next, she was throwing the newly headless shaft across her shop with a scream of rage.

Now she had to find another hammer. But later. For now, she needed food. And that meant it was time to head into town. She stripped herself of her apron and gloves, put on her usual simple dress and boots, locked her shop up and began her morning walk. Who knows who she would see on the way?
Loud and clear cap'n.
Drizzak

For a long time, Drizzak had simply been mulling over his own thoughts and debating internally after speaking with Sister Agnes in the dead of the night, away from the judging ears of the others. What was with these beads that she gave him? They were warm, and soothing. They tasted terrible, and for the longest time he thought they were a circlet, but he eventually settled for wrapping them around his arm and tying them there. They looked nice enough. Not enough teeth, or steel for his liking, but they would do for now. They made him feel a bit better.

The rest of his time had been spent scratching at his wounds as they healed over, the same flecks of gold showing through from the peculiar healing potion. These tall ones brewed their potions different to goblins. No rat in them at all, or any of the mixer's spit. How strange. He liked it. What he didn't like was the ragged wetness of his clothing and furs. The rain had not been kind to him on the trip to the cave. He was so caught up in thought that he hadn't noticed the chill of the wind and rain until it was practically biting at his bones. He sneezed rather loud as he plodded over to the fire and simply fell into a laying down position. He was tired. Worn out. There were others here, holy priest Vaeri, fighter Fiona and another man named Derrix that Drizzak had not been introduced to, but had heard the name of in passing. They had similar names, perhaps they could be friends.

Vaeri's nudity passed through his mind from one ear and out the other, paying it no moment of deliberation. The same for Fiona. People were naked all the time, Goblins even more so. Back in his clan, others barely even wore loincloths around the huts and food-pits. It explained why when he eventually began to strip himself of the water-heavy furs, he did not hesitate in leaving himself in nothing but a loincloth. Then he fell back into laying down. He stunk of smoke and blood. His skin was clammy and damp where it was normally craggy and tough, but inside he felt warm. He was riddled with cut, stab and scrape scars, some on his face and shoulders a bit more fresh than the others. But that didn't matter to him right now. Just a matter of time before he was warm all over.

Drizzak turned to the others.

"All people okay?"
Hey, sorry again for my inactivity. Still interested and all, and checking regularly, just haven't had the time to sit down and write with life duties looming over my shoulder.
@Dragoknighte Truth, but in this case I guess you could take 'essence' to mean blood.
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