I've asked him how much weight an orc runt can carry, we're good up to 60lbs
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@Crusader Lord Mobile jello shots
It doesn't matter to me but gonna have to figure our how to make bandages or somethin cuz my dude be bleedin
It doesn't matter to me but gonna have to figure our how to make bandages or somethin cuz my dude be bleedin
Is fine, we're orcs. What orc does things orderly and non-chaotically?
Grunthor just watched Akeno as she clearly tried to think of something to say. He hadn't thought her weird, since he hadn't paid her any attention in the Brood Pit. Her actions were normal in his mind so he didn't concentrate on that subconsciously. The normal Orc Runts and the adults were the main focus since their mannerisms were so different. Loud, guttural, violent, and prone to anger. While he waited to see if she'd speak he glanced at a Jackaloupe out of the corner of his eye, without a ranged weapon beyond hurling a rock they would never get one. Or a snare trap, but he didn't know how to make one he just knew they existed.
More younglings came out of the woods-line, a pair of female orcs. How could anyone tell at this age? Even now they had more feminine facial features. Why did he know that? He was always reading faces and taking note of certain aspects, like old injuries that could be hammered into. Still they chattered amongst themselves, the whole gaggle of greenskins were all human before. What good is an experiment with just one test subject, right? He questioned the Goddess, doubting she would answer.
There was talk ot hunting and keeping what they got without returning. That was a terrible idea! Sure no one would come looking, but there were going to be far more than poison snake cats, fire chickens, horny rabbits, giant rodents, and mobile jello in this world. A caw from chickens erupted from the forest and soon a plan was made without his input, or confirmation that he would even work with them. "Some prep would have been nice since these bodies are so weak..." He muttered before following along.
Akeno barged through the bushes and came face to feather with four of the fireball spitting fowls. One was surprised and lunged back, one gave a warning cry, one made to escape, and one spat out a fireball. Zippy flames but nothing he could do about that. Lazash bolted in from the left soon after Akeno got the Elwet's attention. So he circled around from the right. A moment and Lazash was going for the one spitting fire, which would draw attention away from his position....probably. Digging his lil toes into the dirt he launched himself out of the brush.
Those stringy legs pumped with the speed of a kid on a sugar high as he went to tackle the Elwet that had given the original warning cry. Assuming he got the drop on it and brought it to the ground his Sharp Rock would be smashed down to the birds horned head and feathered neck to cause as much vital damage as possible.
@King Cosmos @Crusader Lord @ERode @Zeroth
More younglings came out of the woods-line, a pair of female orcs. How could anyone tell at this age? Even now they had more feminine facial features. Why did he know that? He was always reading faces and taking note of certain aspects, like old injuries that could be hammered into. Still they chattered amongst themselves, the whole gaggle of greenskins were all human before. What good is an experiment with just one test subject, right? He questioned the Goddess, doubting she would answer.
There was talk ot hunting and keeping what they got without returning. That was a terrible idea! Sure no one would come looking, but there were going to be far more than poison snake cats, fire chickens, horny rabbits, giant rodents, and mobile jello in this world. A caw from chickens erupted from the forest and soon a plan was made without his input, or confirmation that he would even work with them. "Some prep would have been nice since these bodies are so weak..." He muttered before following along.
Akeno barged through the bushes and came face to feather with four of the fireball spitting fowls. One was surprised and lunged back, one gave a warning cry, one made to escape, and one spat out a fireball. Zippy flames but nothing he could do about that. Lazash bolted in from the left soon after Akeno got the Elwet's attention. So he circled around from the right. A moment and Lazash was going for the one spitting fire, which would draw attention away from his position....probably. Digging his lil toes into the dirt he launched himself out of the brush.
Those stringy legs pumped with the speed of a kid on a sugar high as he went to tackle the Elwet that had given the original warning cry. Assuming he got the drop on it and brought it to the ground his Sharp Rock would be smashed down to the birds horned head and feathered neck to cause as much vital damage as possible.
@King Cosmos @Crusader Lord @ERode @Zeroth
@Crusader Lordyou buttface was workin on post >.<
Sneakin around, bein peepin tom
Grunthor grumbled quietly to himself as he rubbed his eyes, easing the new mindblowing headache by applying pressure to his upper sinuses and getting the pleasant tingles from the first day eye rubs. Sitting up his mind wandered, the Goddess of this realm was using him, and potentially others, as some sort of experiment. What was the purpose? To see if orcs could become more than brutal humanoids? For what purpose? He didn't ask these questions though since he was guaranteed no answers. He also hadn't thought of them until recently, he was always a bit slow when it came to asking things beyond how to do some physical activity that he was unfamiliar with.
He did remember to memorize the skills that had been made available to choose from. They were simple enough, hell most of those 'skills' were just basic strikes and combinations. Did giving them a name hold that much significance? His thoughts were interrupted by the Head Warrior bellowing into the Brood Pit to give the newest generation that was able to move and speak their job. Which was to not be a useless sack of meat and get something food related for the tribe.
Their objective give the rest scampered back to get their makeshift weapons and skittered off. Grunthor however stood there and thought about what to hunt. The dire rats were capable of inflicting sicknesses, the birds could breathe fire, the snake cats were capable of poison, slimes held no detriment beyond physical capability, and the horny rabbit was speedy and quick to flee. Only the slime and jackalope were 'safe' to hunt without any lasting effects on his own person.
While trying to decide he gathered his stick and his sharp rock, not his weapons of choice but his new body was not trained in the slightest. His knuckles lacked calluses, his bones weren't any harder than a typical orc youngling. In the human realm he had trained in safety, this world did not have that luxury, at least not the he was aware of. The only good thing was he was a kid again, and kids were boundless sources of energy! Until they crashed. But he had hours before he'd reach that point.
If he was conservative with his energy he could probably last the whole day. Although snacks would be good to have and in survival situations like this he didn't have the luxury of being picky. Leaving the village he looked down. taking note of the footprints all going off to the forest, all of them intermingling except a set went off on its own. Strength in numbers were a thing, but too many numbers got in the way and he didn't feel like competing too much.
His stride was kind of more of a lumbering gait as he followed the singular footsteps. It didn't take him long, but by the time he got there the female Runt was finishing off some sort of martial art that no other orc had ever done. Tilting his head he watched her finish before speaking. "Having fun? He asked, his voice rough sounding with a childish pitch. God he already missed his own voice and he had barely talked in this life!
@King Cosmos
He did remember to memorize the skills that had been made available to choose from. They were simple enough, hell most of those 'skills' were just basic strikes and combinations. Did giving them a name hold that much significance? His thoughts were interrupted by the Head Warrior bellowing into the Brood Pit to give the newest generation that was able to move and speak their job. Which was to not be a useless sack of meat and get something food related for the tribe.
Their objective give the rest scampered back to get their makeshift weapons and skittered off. Grunthor however stood there and thought about what to hunt. The dire rats were capable of inflicting sicknesses, the birds could breathe fire, the snake cats were capable of poison, slimes held no detriment beyond physical capability, and the horny rabbit was speedy and quick to flee. Only the slime and jackalope were 'safe' to hunt without any lasting effects on his own person.
While trying to decide he gathered his stick and his sharp rock, not his weapons of choice but his new body was not trained in the slightest. His knuckles lacked calluses, his bones weren't any harder than a typical orc youngling. In the human realm he had trained in safety, this world did not have that luxury, at least not the he was aware of. The only good thing was he was a kid again, and kids were boundless sources of energy! Until they crashed. But he had hours before he'd reach that point.
If he was conservative with his energy he could probably last the whole day. Although snacks would be good to have and in survival situations like this he didn't have the luxury of being picky. Leaving the village he looked down. taking note of the footprints all going off to the forest, all of them intermingling except a set went off on its own. Strength in numbers were a thing, but too many numbers got in the way and he didn't feel like competing too much.
His stride was kind of more of a lumbering gait as he followed the singular footsteps. It didn't take him long, but by the time he got there the female Runt was finishing off some sort of martial art that no other orc had ever done. Tilting his head he watched her finish before speaking. "Having fun? He asked, his voice rough sounding with a childish pitch. God he already missed his own voice and he had barely talked in this life!
@King Cosmos
Name: Grunthor
Current Stats:
Level: 4 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2
Current Skills:
- Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
- Rapid Strikes - Rank I - Strike multiple times in the same fashion (slashes, punches, etc) at high speed. At Rank I, three attacks can be made at half the power of a normal strike.
- Murderous Intent - Rank I - Focus hatred and the desire to kill through the subtle senses. A creature that is weaker than you must exert its willpower or be Intimidated (Intimidated creatures suffer reduced speed). A creature that is already Intimidated, Shocked, or Unaware may instead become Fearful and be unable to act for 5 seconds. Creatures that are stronger than you can only be Intimidated by this Skill if they are already Shocked or Unaware, but their willpower threshold is higher.
- Tough - Rank 1 - Increase defenses for a short time by tightening the body, and resist flinching or being knocked back by strong impacts. Movement is slightly slowed while this Skill is active. Consumes Stamina.
- Dusk Vision - Rank 1 - Orc Inheritance. One's eyes need less light to see by, allowing them to see normally in dim light conditions and half as well in darkness so long as it is not completely black. Color perception is half as accurate in dim light, and in darkness the perception of color is lost. This Skill does not apply to other vision-related Skills.
Equipment and Inventory:
- Hardwood Flint Spear - Equip, Weapon - A simple spear made from a hardwood and has a knapped flint head to make it a sharp spear.
- Well-Made Stone Knife - Equip, Weapon - A simple stone knife with a wooden handle crafted by Bowbh and is of good quality.
- Generic Outfit - Equip, Clothes - A generic set of clothes for Runts. Simple shirt and simple pants made of a rough material.
- Leather Gloves - Equip, Armor - Oddly, they seemed too small to fit an adult orc's hands, but they could probably fit a Runt just fine.
- Leather Boots - Equip, Armor - A pair of rough but sturdy boots. Good for protecting feet from the elements and dangers on the ground and for kicking faces and balls.
- Fur Pouch - Equip, Tool - A simple pouch made of hide for holding smaller items.
- Slime Membrane - Equip, Tool - The outer membrane of a typical slime with a hole in it and used as a sack. Needs to be hydrated to keep its elasticity.
- Lucky Foot - Equip, Accessory - A lucky paw from some bear-like creature on a thin string.
- Blackened Feathers x4
- Fire Hardened Scales x4
- Ven Spider Pedipalps x2
- Ven Spider Claws x5
- Broken Ven Spider Claw x1
- Red Cream Mushroom x2
- Raw Goethite Ore x1
- (Loaned) Antler Pick
- (Loaned) Fishing Line
- (Loaned) Bone Hook
True Age: 26
Past Life:
Grunthor's past life name has no meaning nor a place in the new world he found himself in. Who he was didn't matter, because no one knew him in this new violent world. He had been a decent guy, doing no wrongs but not exactly righting any either. Like any human he was kind when someone was kind to him, or sassed when someone annoyed him. He was a give and take kind of guy, giving what he got and treating others moderately well if they deserved it.
What was once an up and coming professional boxer is now an orc runt. Starting at a young age he got into boxing, something any kid could pick up right? Punch, dodge, dance and shuffle around the ring, all easy for a kid. Well he excelled at the combat sport since he had always been an abnormally strong and tough kid. Probably thanks to being from a long line of physically gifted men. As he got older he stuck with it, tossing in a game sport or two to make things more interesting.
Unfortunately being physically gifted did not mean he was mentally gifted. He was quite...average when it came to academics. Proof being barely graduating high school. Once out he got more into his sport of choice, going amateur to start off his potential fighting career. When not boxing he dabbled a little in kick boxing, he already had good legs and footwork but this helped improve it more. What decent boxer had no leg power to push off into a punch with, right? Unfortunately life had other plans, and while he was out jogging the night before his big debut into the big leagues, a truck came out of nowhere and blasted him into the next world.
And now here he is. Small, stringy, and not happy with his new body. Guess he'd have to build it back up. Luckily there weren't any trucks in this primitive world...he hoped.
New Life:
Day 1: Orc Runt >
Name: Grunthor
Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2
Current Skills:
- Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
- Rapid Strikes - Rank I - Strike multiple times in the same fashion (slashes, punches, etc) at high speed. At Rank I, three attacks can be made at half the power of a normal strike.
- Murderous Intent - Rank I - Focus hatred and the desire to kill through the subtle senses. A creature that is weaker than you must exert its willpower or be Intimidated (Intimidated creatures suffer reduced speed). A creature that is already Intimidated, Shocked, or Unaware may instead become Fearful and be unable to act for 5 seconds. Creatures that are stronger than you can only be Intimidated by this Skill if they are already Shocked or Unaware, but their willpower threshold is higher.
- Tough - Rank I - Increase defenses for a short time by tightening the body, and resist flinching or being knocked back by strong impacts. Movement is slightly slowed while this Skill is active. Consumes Stamina.
Equipment and Inventory:
- Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
- Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
- Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
True Age: 26
Past Life:
Grunthor's past life name has no meaning nor a place in the new world he found himself in. Who he was didn't matter, because no one knew him in this new violent world. He had been a decent guy, doing no wrongs but not exactly righting any either. Like any human he was kind when someone was kind to him, or sassed when someone annoyed him. He was a give and take kind of guy, giving what he got and treating others moderately well if they deserved it.
What was once an up and coming professional boxer is now an orc runt. Starting at a young age he got into boxing, something any kid could pick up right? Punch, dodge, dance and shuffle around the ring, all easy for a kid. Well he excelled at the combat sport since he had always been an abnormally strong and tough kid. Probably thanks to being from a long line of physically gifted men. As he got older he stuck with it, tossing in a game sport or two to make things more interesting.
Unfortunately being physically gifted did not mean he was mentally gifted. He was quite...average when it came to academics. Proof being barely graduating high school. Once out he got more into his sport of choice, going amateur to start off his potential fighting career. When not boxing he dabbled a little in kick boxing, he already had good legs and footwork but this helped improve it more. What decent boxer had no leg power to push off into a punch with, right? Unfortunately life had other plans, and while he was out jogging the night before his big debut into the big leagues, a truck came out of nowhere and blasted him into the next world.
And now here he is. Small, stringy, and not happy with his new body. Guess he'd have to build it back up. Luckily there weren't any trucks in this primitive world...he hoped.
New Life:
Day 1: Orc Runt >
@Crusader Lord He's being a derp. We've been buds for....like 15 years at this point
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