Kazemitsu

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura's spike curled, becoming a hook within the zomblins skull as it recoiled from his blow. His weight made Mother Slime miss but it still tried to move away while scooping up the javelins that laid on the ground nearby. "No more spearchucking for you." He growled before jerking the hook within the undead goblins head, pulling it away from the projectiles. Sure it might have broken the grip on its arm, but a hook in its skull would be nigh impossible unless it decided to rip off its own face.

Meanwhile he saw the Mana Orb's flying towards him, a shift and the thick skull of the deer took the two hits as the attackers began to fade away. A normal person might feel bad about all this death, or r-death, but Asura only felt his urges being fulfilled finally. Another player came into the fray, another skeleton goblin! And Ardur was talking to the sword in the pool from earlier. "If you can, take care of the fliers, Ardur. Talk and move at the same time." He called out. Then to the others. "Take out the small fries, any goblins are their hard hitters!" Equipment made a huge difference in this world since Trent was just kicking the ass of whatever he actually managed to hit.

Now a hefty bone and stone club was swung at him. His surface curved and Hardened, letting the weapon slide along his body or just bounce off to mitigate some of the potential damage. The crude jawbone club he held within his body was spat out, a pseudopod swinging the fragile weapon hard and low to the ground to take out the skeletons balance or just break its legs. "Smash!" He snarled, the weapon taking on the familiar red hue. He had been conserving his Stamina, and he had no way to replenish with Stamina Furnace.

Well he had Blood Drain, which could probably be a basis for another ability. It sounded almost like Life Steal, which had multiple counterparts in video games. So he focused hard on trying to get the Zomblin's energy. How did one even think of accessing something elses energy and life pools? He imagined trying to pull a yellow essence from the creature, Stamina was commonly colored yellow from his video game experiences.

The Forest of Helsend Village

I am bestest derg...and was waitin to see if anything else w2as gonna crop up XD

The Forest of Helsend Village

Dragonborn monk :p gonna bap things good XD

The Forest of Helsend Village

It sounds interesting...an adventure mystery rpg fun. Are dragonborn an acceptable race? (I tend to shy away from humans x.x )

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Druid Girl got a laugh from the farmer, it seemed no one wanted to see what the reptilian fighter was packing! What a sad day. But the farmer sneered at what he said, which was received with a cool look. "Just started yesterday, and I already have plans of climbing the ranks. It will take time, but I have the patience to earn the trust and experience needed to continue." He stated, why did humans always have to rush things?

Aww I didn't get to Steel, or Ruby Rank in a couple weeks woe ways me! Then again humans also tended to be glory seekers, whereas he just wanted to be productive. But he had limited options given his lack of...skills when it comes to real crafting. Was it only humans who really always tried for the quick easy instant gratification? Was it because they were still a fairly young species? Did lizard fighter actually know any of this? Dunno.

Ahead though there was a hand-card, broken and abandoned. Already the Fighter was on high alert, looking around slowly so as to not draw much attention to the fact that he was taking apart his surroundings with his eyes. When he looked off to the side he noticed the messed up grass and shrubbery. Something had happened here, but what? Archer Girl requested the wagon stop so they could check it out. He continued on a ways, actively leading now but still staying within lunging distance of the wagon.

He stepped off to the side though and gave the hand-cart a once over. Weathered wood, grayed with age, some rust on the axle, pins, and such. There was a decent sized stone near it, which he scooped up before returning to the group. The stone looked small when it was in his hands and he was just rolling it back and forth. Scraping off dirt, grass, and some moss. He wasn't any good with a sling or bow, but a big stone he could throw pretty damn good and it was his only ranged option right now.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

The lizardmans vision wasn't gone for long as he heard the new woman rapid fire some spell she had. Holy Restoration? Sounded like a healing spell, and it was judging by the tingle in his nose, and apparently cured his blindness. Good, now he could see and blink when the old man threw another fit after being called a toad by the Paladin next to him. One of his eyes drifted to the smaller man, but the...compliment? was ignored for now.

The healing holy woman called out for help. "Stay out of their reach and get closer over here." He called back while the old man just went bonkers. A fetid breath and moan from behind had him turn and slam that oversized fist into the head of one of the remaining zombies, sending skull and brain and meat flying in a splash of color before he returned his attention to the evil cleric...necromancer...guy.

He seemed to be praying, but considering his speed and flexibility Kaze doubted he could land a direct hit at this point. It had been a while since he was just so outclassed. Then again, he tended to observe before diving in, but there wasn't anything or any time to observe this time! Thunder rumbled out overhead, was it going to storm outside?

The building started to shake slightly before tremors made its already challenged structure start to fall apart. Lovely, time to get going! A chunk of ceiling fell onto the man, but it didn't kill him. What was he made of?! "Head to the back door! He exclaimed, pointing forward before looking over to the healing woman. Her construct flattened by a chunk of pillar but she seemed to be looking at the downed archer.

He held no obligation to try and save the downed archer, who was buried in some rubble, from dying in this place. So he lunged forward with his unnatural speed, grabbed the elven woman around her waist, and hauled his reptilian ass towards the small exit to get out into the alley. The ground buckled in some places, but he just pushed off the crumbling stone and bounced along. Flow acceleration was really saving him right now, his other buffs starting to fade out.

Once in relative safety he set the holy elf, who he just noticed had quite the buxom figure, down on her feet. "Next time I'm just going through the damned wall..." He muttered as he leaned back, regaining some of his breath. The purple glow around him was barely visible, he had maybe another couple minutes of them being active.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

But what is C.L makes....a big titty police girl to replace big titty elf lady?

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

I already Leeroyed on the evil cleric though o3o

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The reptilian man shrugged those beefy shoulders before he tugged his studded club from its place at his belt. The Archer mentioned that she didn't want to see his junk, which just got a grin from the behemoth. Druid Girls face was still pretty red but she seemed to be calming herself down now that she was in the wagon and settled in.

During his travels to Pallisade Town he had heard of bandits. But he never encountered them, mostly because he didn't stick to the roads very much. Humans gravitated or made their own civilizations or roads and kind of stuck to them despite some of claiming to just want freedom or some shit. They had freedom but then they decided to get stupid and steal to go do stuff in the areas they ran away from in the first place!

The Farmer mentioned rumors about rogue adventurer's, which earned him a raised eye-ridge from the back. He picked up his pace some and began circling around to the front of the slow moving wagon. "Don't trust every rumor you hear. I can only imagine a really down on his luck, or shitty, adventurer going rogue. He rumbled out while he watched the nearby tree-lines. He was just ahead and to the left of the plodding old mare.

Then came the subject of goblins. They were bold enough to steal, but not bold enough to confront the Farmer. It seemed three were poking the nest, but if it was just three they'd be more discrete. "We'll be going after them once you're escorted home." The Fighter stated as he kept what looked like a lazy pace. Those long legs easily keeping him ahead of the tired old hoss.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

The System told him it was a Zomblin. A zombie goblin, and aside from intelligence going down and endurance going up it hadn't changed from its living self. Tucking away that information he kept speeding along the ground until he got attacked. The wisps were launching magic at him, one of which struck the stones of his make-shift shield. He flowed around the other one that was shot ahead of him, his body splitting around it as he flowed like a small river. The magical ball impacting the ground uselessly.

The others had to move faster to keep up with him, they honestly didn't need to rush after him. But Trent handling the fanged lizard about to spit at him was appreciated, and largely ignored for now. The stones took literal chunks from the zombie goblins side before it grabbed his Shell and pulled him away somehow before slamming him to the ground. The skull took most of the impact though, not that a body slam really would have hurt too much.

Still the wisps fired at him again, so he pulled the off-balance goblin thrusting a javelin at him down. Forcing it to take the magical shots in its back. The short throwing spear did hit him, but the damage wasn't too bad. He had good defenses, but his Poison Resistance wasn't active yet. So that burned a bit like the necro-slimes acid.

One of his pseudopods extended, straightened, and turned into a pointed spike. "Skewer!" He ground out, shoving the spike up through the zomblins jaw to go through the roof of his mouth to get to its brain.