Kazemitsu

Bronze Castle's Spikes

Feng watched the interaction between elf and kobold before shaking his head. Apparently they knew when the enemy would be coming so they were led further onto the farm. Here they met the kobold chief, but was he the overall chief or just chief of the kobolds on the farm? Sighing they were led to the edge of the farm where more of the little furry yappers were positioned in a staggered line. Well that was smart, they didn't have big shields or a particularly powerful figure to hold up to a charge of...anything really. He always pictured kobolds to be hit and runners like goblins tended to be.

Still the kobolds were growing more agitated before two ran out of the bushes, weapons in maws to use their canine bodies to really scamper. Were they scouts, were they leading the 'enimy' here? What was their purpose? Whatever, the giants eyes turned back towards the foliage just to see this little dinky bird creature come out and honk. He'd sigh, but he didn't forget that kobolds weren't much larger than this creature. What would be little baby cuts on him could be life-threatening wounds on the canines.

The elf, Galain, approached the bird casually before whacking it across the head with his sheathed sword. Feng approached the downed animal and picked it up by its neck between his finger and thumb. He didn't get time to examine it when even more of the little feathered vermin rushed out of the foliage. Okay, the bird was a flock animal...a big flock. Dropping the first one to appear back to the ground his axe left his shoulder and was swept low across the ground with a single muscular arm.

That sweep alone took out four of the little rushing creatures. their bodies weren't cut in twain as if it were a sword or even a metal axe. They were splattered and broken from the force of the blow, the stone axe acting more like a cudgel than a cutting took. His hand shifted, turning the weapon at the end of his controlled swing before it came back for another powerful sweep into the crowd of honking birds.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big red simply watched the conversation happening between the Archer and the Smith. Both girls had way more charisma than himself. Archer was small, cute, and fluffy. Druid girl was nice, cute, and apparently her chest was something the human males desired. A price was given for the scrap, and another was given for the quality goods. Which...probably came from this very shop. The knives and sword were too shiny and new despite the goblins short treatment of them.

All of this despite the bean-poles negative input. Did the boy think metal just grew on trees? It came from old metal, ores, ingots which came from ores. Just because something was rusty didn't mean you couldn't get it off. Or melt it down to make something better. Thankfully the smith sent the youth into the back of the shop. They were also offered a discount due to his sons attitude issues.

When asked his opinion on the matter he just shrugged. "It's rude to turn down gifts." He replied while turning his attention to the items of the shop. Blades, bludgeons, axes, armors, shields, a lot of options. Druid Girl seemed like she wanted to turn down the offer, but the blacksmith talked her into it. Repeat customers were always good for a business. Better than one and dones, although the big red reptile guessed the porcelains either moved towns or died in the field...or sewer.

He didn't necessarily need anything. But learning experiences from their previous job made him eye the shields more. A larger shield for better projectile protection would be handy and maybe one of the girls could use the buckler. It was barely two pounds of weight and it strapped onto the arm instead of needing to be held. "How much for a kite shield?" He questioned while eying the wooden almond shaped piece of equipment. He could carry a lot of weight, even if he didn't use it all the time he could keep it on his person.

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Karn snorted quietly at the suggestion of finding 'fun things' at the shore-line. Sometimes barrels and crates washed in but it was never anything really worthwhile. The good stuff was mostly heavy so those probably sank wherever a ship went down. He had seen very few of these strange water vessels in his time, but deep water did not belong to the land dwellers. It belonged to nature and the mysterious, yet deadly, creatures that lurked in the dark depths.

"Fine, it'll also let us check for intruders." He rumbled out as he pushed himself up to his feet. Compared to Root Karn was a monstrous titan of scale and muscle. His cleaver was flicked up and resting on his shoulder as the pair moved to the shore. The lingering lizard tribe eyed him warily, scooting away from the behemoth as he walked with muffled steps. He was still new to the area, he hadn't really earned their trust yet and that was fine with him. They hadn't earned his respect yet so things were fairly mutual.

Root made a pit-stop though to take care of some plants, which got him to eye the tiny reptilian being. Farming was a completely foreign idea to Karn and it wasn't particularly interesting. He was a warrior through and through. There was a splashing though, something small and quick. His head jerked in that direction, his finned ears flaring out to catch the sounds of tiny footsteps. A low growl came from him before his neck changed colors to a deep crimson. A hissing sound, his chest visibly expanded briefly, before a low thoom rumbled from his body. A reptilian bellow warning intruders to leave, and informing other lizard-folk he was bigger and badder than them. It was mostly used during mating season but he used the bellow as a 'fuck off' or 'gather around' call.

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

I understand that quite a bit currently x.x

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Well den pay attention! :p

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

How so?

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Aye, figured I'd ask :3 Thinkin of making a type of reptilian call in next post for giggles. (Like an alligators bellow)

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@Moonshadow
Is Lilry part of the lizardman tribe Karn and Root are a part of?

The Devil Hunter Agency

If one looked at Kaze in the morning, in bed, they'd wonder how the hell this happened. His head, shoulders, and arms were flopped across the floor. The rest of him was up on the bed, one leg covered by the blanket provided, the pillow across the room, and the mattress partially pushed up against the wall. It was like the bed had been through an earthquake and tornado. Nevermind the sound, it was like a diesel truck was revving its engine whenever the giant man inhaled.

A pang rung through Kaze's head, the demon was acting as his alarm. Those eyes snapped open and he was up on his feet in a flash. What is it? He questioned grumpily. You've slept enough, get going. Was the curt response which got Kaze to groan grumpily. It was probably five in the god damn morning, sometimes he swore that demon worked against him.

Still the room was put back into order and Kaze left the DHA hide-out. Yeah it was early, but it wasn't five in the morning early. He remembered he was supposed to go to the lakeside trail of an old park. He saw the messages of the location in his phone, and a text from Captain Feathers on when to meet. He had a bit of time to kill, but screw that. Being early wouldn't hurt. So he began to walk to the meeting point while humming the song Time Is On My Side, because it truly was in most cases. There had been many a demon hearing that hummed by the gravel voiced Feeder before they were turned into a red mist.

Beniha could hear that humming before she got to see him casually strolling along the path towards her. That massive wool-lined coat nearly brushing the ground as he meandered towards her with his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was actively trying to hide his demonic aura but plenty of that energy flared out. He had been a Feeder most of his life and it wasn't easy to hide that. "Mornin, Captain." He rumbled out, grinning down at the woman as he approached. Pearly white and pointed teeth flashing briefly in the morning light.

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A low rumbling sound echoed around the lizard-folk camp, a methodical sound of something huge snoozing away. An utterly massive dark shape was lounging in an ancient stone tub that could have fit four to five average sized humans. The massive form of Karn filled that space up easily with that incredible bulk of his.

Despite sleeping so soundly his ears swiveled when sounds were unfamiliar. The pitter patter of weighted feed made one of his eyes snap open and his head to turn. That reptilian eye landed on Root, a tiny lizardman who relied of poisons. His nostrils flared, taking in the scent of fresh and raw fish. It had been dead maybe a few minutes. Leaning up one great mitt emerged from the tub and grabbed one of the carps. "It's not Kull, it's Karn." He rumbled out before opening his maw and swallowing the carp whole.

It slipped down easily enough and rested in his stomach while he started to move out of the tub. What little water was in the basic sloughed off his scales and dribbled from his hides. "What's the tribes plan for today? He questioned, he was one of the few from his own tribe who had purposefully learned to speak clearly in common. Draconic all lizard-folk were fluent in. His feet on the floor he sat on the edge of the basin while his other one picked up that titanic cleaver of his. His free hand scooped up the second carp and it followed its fellow spawn into his gullet.

He wasn't one for fishing, he could hunt but only big game. Like other humanoids or the beasts outside of the dungeon he sometimes went for. Was there hunting needed? Or was the tribe going to try and expand further outward? More space never hurt and the enclosed nature of the dungeon made it so they had more defensible points.