yeah dealing with a foot infection so ill work on my reply tommorrow
Gotta keep them tootsies clean, buddy boy! On serious note, keep nice and clean and hope ya heal quick.
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Gotta keep them tootsies clean, buddy boy! On serious note, keep nice and clean and hope ya heal quick.
Grunthor relaxed a little mentally upon hearing the impacts hitting the other orc runt, feeling the blows connect and vibrating through his arm. Familiarity to a degree. His combo put the tubby orc down in a wash of blood, a busted nose, and damaged body. Auguz told him to finish 'em. But the Runts were watching with baited breath. He didn't have to go savage mode on the downed runt. Dropping the shield he drew his arm back and smashed his fist into the runts temple for a clean K.O. Minus beating the fuck out of him in the skirmish.
Auguz gave him a Rat Skull, clearly a trade item for prizes, before tossing the downed runt away to get back in line for another bout. He went in the direction the other orcling winners had gone. So they got to choose some gear because they weren't completely worthless? Good, cuz he needed something to cover up his junk. He approached when the guards weren't occupied and gave the Rat Skull to Xolkug who allowed him to approach the goodies all splayed out.
He perused the items available. Bracers? He had gloves, they could wait. Helmet? No, he just had to avoid getting hit there unlike he had earlier. Shield wasn't his style he just wanted to experiment in the sparring earlier. Maybe at another date. A skirt? Why a skirt? The orcs weren't Scottish! He got boots for his bare feet, hardy leather boots but not of the same quality as Earths. None of the weapons really appealed to him so he settled on the Hardwood Flint Spear. If the fragile flint broke, well he now had a hardwood staff now didn't he? His last item was the Fur Pouch. Having actual carrying capacity was incredibly useful and his "slime pouch" wouldn't last forever.
Lastly were outfits, huzzah clothing! No longer would he flap in the breeze and be fully exposed to the elements! There was nothing in particular that stood out to him, just some Generic Clothes put together. Nothing fancy really, he never was one for fashion. All dressed and equipped he nodded respectfully to the two guards before leaving the area to briefly go look for Vark.
Auguz gave him a Rat Skull, clearly a trade item for prizes, before tossing the downed runt away to get back in line for another bout. He went in the direction the other orcling winners had gone. So they got to choose some gear because they weren't completely worthless? Good, cuz he needed something to cover up his junk. He approached when the guards weren't occupied and gave the Rat Skull to Xolkug who allowed him to approach the goodies all splayed out.
He perused the items available. Bracers? He had gloves, they could wait. Helmet? No, he just had to avoid getting hit there unlike he had earlier. Shield wasn't his style he just wanted to experiment in the sparring earlier. Maybe at another date. A skirt? Why a skirt? The orcs weren't Scottish! He got boots for his bare feet, hardy leather boots but not of the same quality as Earths. None of the weapons really appealed to him so he settled on the Hardwood Flint Spear. If the fragile flint broke, well he now had a hardwood staff now didn't he? His last item was the Fur Pouch. Having actual carrying capacity was incredibly useful and his "slime pouch" wouldn't last forever.
Lastly were outfits, huzzah clothing! No longer would he flap in the breeze and be fully exposed to the elements! There was nothing in particular that stood out to him, just some Generic Clothes put together. Nothing fancy really, he never was one for fashion. All dressed and equipped he nodded respectfully to the two guards before leaving the area to briefly go look for Vark.
Update is in the works, although it may be a day or two. Tropical Storm Beryl will be sending some ripples through my neck of the woods apparently, and my area is notorious for losing power anytime the wind blows in the wrong direction, so I fully expect to get interrupted halfway through the first draft >_<
Sounds like a skill issue, get a generator you scrub and gimme them doots!
All the orclings are loners except at the start XD
Grunthor's arm flexed from the numbness, this body wasn't used to hard impacts even with the shield. He ignored the other orc's laughing and jeering. He essentially had two big knuckle dusters with the best defense capabilities. If he actually went with something like this, add metal to the edge that could be sharpened and you had a really short highly defensive axe. Still the runt he struck stepped back, clearly outraged that he had been hit. Or that he failed to do any meaningful damage.
Now came a highly telegraphed overhead swing. The arm that was numbed up was up, the shield slanting so the blow would scrape off instead of taking the full impact. Given the orc anatomy, which was human except tougher, coarser hair, and stronger, he could technically pick the other orc apart. Stepping in after the pole-arm was deflected, and using Rapid Strikes, he struck at the orc runts solar plexus with his right like a hard jab with the shield, then the orcs face, and a third strike to the solar plexus.
The shields made his blows a bit slower but the added weight would be more damaging if they hit, nevermind the narrowed edge of the shield versus his fists. Although next time he would probably pick the wraps.
Now came a highly telegraphed overhead swing. The arm that was numbed up was up, the shield slanting so the blow would scrape off instead of taking the full impact. Given the orc anatomy, which was human except tougher, coarser hair, and stronger, he could technically pick the other orc apart. Stepping in after the pole-arm was deflected, and using Rapid Strikes, he struck at the orc runts solar plexus with his right like a hard jab with the shield, then the orcs face, and a third strike to the solar plexus.
The shields made his blows a bit slower but the added weight would be more damaging if they hit, nevermind the narrowed edge of the shield versus his fists. Although next time he would probably pick the wraps.
Grunthor went with the first blow, taking some of its oomph out. He didn't have to be his old self to read what Auguz was going to do, he telegraphed horrendously. Same with the back hand, he turned with it to lessen the damage while also activating Tough. He still got hurt, he was a child getting smacked by an adult, but he didn't need to be battered and heavily bloodied for Auguz to get his message across. Don't do what you aren't told to do. Which a lot of people would probably abuse the hell out of.
His forehead was palmed and he was given his orders. Do whatever for the rest of the day, but be at the training area in the morning. "Little better than cavemen honestly, but it's to be expected. As for what to do, dunno really. I should probably meet all of the...I don't know what to call them. The leaders of the various sects I guess? I should probably see Bowbh first...since I'm naked and all." He mused before looking at the Unnamed Runt.
"Should probably know each others names, hey you is probably said a lot in this place. I'm Grunthor." He stated, it would most likely not be the last time they met and assisted each other in this camp. Because the player is a lazy ass he meets with Bowbh, revealing the goethite ore and gets the Mining Quest along with a Loaned Pick. He also traded the eight Giant Ven Spider Legs for a Well-Made Stone Knife. Tools weren't a bad thing to have, especially ones that could be used as weapons.
The player is still a lazy ass and Grunthor meets Shamar and takes on the task to catch fish. He had seen how fishing is done but it wasn't something he had done before. Worst comes to worst, he'll figure out another way of getting fish so he can get some clothes without having to steal them from a fellow runt. Cuz aside from his Leather Gloves, he's helicoptering all over the place. With his Side-Quests in place he found a corner near the huts, kept his stash of stuff in his lap, and fell asleep. He was a guy, even as a kid he slept in odd places at times.
He awoke with the dawn and went to the Training Area like he had been instructed the previous day. Familiar faces, non-familiar faces, either way they were all forced to exercise like the most basic bitch caveman boot-camp imaginable. He made sure to pace himself, no point destroying himself in the morning to be useless for the rest of the day. After exercises it was sparring with the various weapons made of wood to apparently cause as little damage as possible but still teach through pain to not be a fuck up.
Since there wasn't anything really useful for him beyond leather strips to act as some sort of binding cestus, he picked up two shields. Oversized highly defensive knuckle-dusters! He waited for the signal while eying his portly opponent who blitzed in as soon as the signal was given. A full body wide swing, as telegraphed as a haymaker. He brought both shields up on that side so the blow scraped up along the slope. He stepped in when the weapon lifted away from the slabs of wood and held onto the grip tight before punching the other Runt in the chest with the edge of the shield with a good bit of force.
His forehead was palmed and he was given his orders. Do whatever for the rest of the day, but be at the training area in the morning. "Little better than cavemen honestly, but it's to be expected. As for what to do, dunno really. I should probably meet all of the...I don't know what to call them. The leaders of the various sects I guess? I should probably see Bowbh first...since I'm naked and all." He mused before looking at the Unnamed Runt.
"Should probably know each others names, hey you is probably said a lot in this place. I'm Grunthor." He stated, it would most likely not be the last time they met and assisted each other in this camp. Because the player is a lazy ass he meets with Bowbh, revealing the goethite ore and gets the Mining Quest along with a Loaned Pick. He also traded the eight Giant Ven Spider Legs for a Well-Made Stone Knife. Tools weren't a bad thing to have, especially ones that could be used as weapons.
The player is still a lazy ass and Grunthor meets Shamar and takes on the task to catch fish. He had seen how fishing is done but it wasn't something he had done before. Worst comes to worst, he'll figure out another way of getting fish so he can get some clothes without having to steal them from a fellow runt. Cuz aside from his Leather Gloves, he's helicoptering all over the place. With his Side-Quests in place he found a corner near the huts, kept his stash of stuff in his lap, and fell asleep. He was a guy, even as a kid he slept in odd places at times.
He awoke with the dawn and went to the Training Area like he had been instructed the previous day. Familiar faces, non-familiar faces, either way they were all forced to exercise like the most basic bitch caveman boot-camp imaginable. He made sure to pace himself, no point destroying himself in the morning to be useless for the rest of the day. After exercises it was sparring with the various weapons made of wood to apparently cause as little damage as possible but still teach through pain to not be a fuck up.
Since there wasn't anything really useful for him beyond leather strips to act as some sort of binding cestus, he picked up two shields. Oversized highly defensive knuckle-dusters! He waited for the signal while eying his portly opponent who blitzed in as soon as the signal was given. A full body wide swing, as telegraphed as a haymaker. He brought both shields up on that side so the blow scraped up along the slope. He stepped in when the weapon lifted away from the slabs of wood and held onto the grip tight before punching the other Runt in the chest with the edge of the shield with a good bit of force.
"Credit is credit, they asked for as intact as possible but we aren't big enough to take the whole spider." He stated as the webbing rapidly caught fire like dried tinder. He nodded when the other Runt mentioned the ore, proper tools always made a job easier. Then the good message of leveling up came, and he apparently accomplished enough to level up twice! "What level did you get to?" He questioned, curious on their Runtish progression rate.
'Hm...Dusk Vision would be excellent. It's probably not perfect night vision but it'll make any nightly hunting better. That Empty Skill Slot would also be useful to get more skills. I might be able to make my Ranks go up just with use...' He thought before he began to move again towards the Orc Village. He had no desires to even attempt another fight for the time being.
They were stopped by the guards, who talked a lot and even assaulted the unnamed runt while accusing the pair of lying and not accomplishing their feats. But the knife made them reconsider before sending them to Auguz. He shifted his payload a bit and nodded to the other Runt before they went to where Auguz was on his little podium. The big orc addressed the pair, glaring at the dark magic user momentarily before turning his attention to Grunthor.
He didn't fight Auguz taking the legs, he knew he wouldn't be keeping them. That was the point of sending the younglings out, to get food for the village and prove their worth. The weak died, the strong contributed. "We got them from the cave down South where three orcs went missing. I asked for help from him to hunt because of a wompus cat I saw in the area." He stated before continuing on. "So he asked for my help with the three missing. We went to the cave, they made camp inside, they got ambushed by the spider but they wounded it. I focused on its legs when he drove it from the ceiling and I kept its webbing from being useful." It was already quite the story, and Grunthor normally didn't talk much.
"We would have brought everything back but there was a...Ankheg? A giant ant thing with sickle front legs. It took one of the orc bodies off deeper into the cave. So I hacked off the legs and we carried them back here with whatever little spoils I already had before." He finished while holding up the makeshift slime sack that held fire hardened chicken scales, feathers, and the ore from the cave. He had no plans to hide anything from the older orc.
'Hm...Dusk Vision would be excellent. It's probably not perfect night vision but it'll make any nightly hunting better. That Empty Skill Slot would also be useful to get more skills. I might be able to make my Ranks go up just with use...' He thought before he began to move again towards the Orc Village. He had no desires to even attempt another fight for the time being.
They were stopped by the guards, who talked a lot and even assaulted the unnamed runt while accusing the pair of lying and not accomplishing their feats. But the knife made them reconsider before sending them to Auguz. He shifted his payload a bit and nodded to the other Runt before they went to where Auguz was on his little podium. The big orc addressed the pair, glaring at the dark magic user momentarily before turning his attention to Grunthor.
He didn't fight Auguz taking the legs, he knew he wouldn't be keeping them. That was the point of sending the younglings out, to get food for the village and prove their worth. The weak died, the strong contributed. "We got them from the cave down South where three orcs went missing. I asked for help from him to hunt because of a wompus cat I saw in the area." He stated before continuing on. "So he asked for my help with the three missing. We went to the cave, they made camp inside, they got ambushed by the spider but they wounded it. I focused on its legs when he drove it from the ceiling and I kept its webbing from being useful." It was already quite the story, and Grunthor normally didn't talk much.
"We would have brought everything back but there was a...Ankheg? A giant ant thing with sickle front legs. It took one of the orc bodies off deeper into the cave. So I hacked off the legs and we carried them back here with whatever little spoils I already had before." He finished while holding up the makeshift slime sack that held fire hardened chicken scales, feathers, and the ore from the cave. He had no plans to hide anything from the older orc.
"Like I care what they dock. They said bring a kill back fully or damaged. This is bigger than king crab legs, which can feed like two people per leg if you're not a pig.' He growled as he lugged the cluster of legs along tucked under his arm. "And if they were any semblance of a hunter they'd probably be able to tell freshness, this is still bleeding." He continued as he power walked as best he could with his cargo.
As they reached the lighter entrance to the cavern he nodded his head and touched the webbing with the flaming torch. He'd be keeping it for now, it was the only thing he had that was weapon-like and a lot of animals feared fire. "If you want grab the ore there and toss it in my pack. I'll give it back once we're safer than here." He grunted as he kept moving to get away from this cave for now.
As they reached the lighter entrance to the cavern he nodded his head and touched the webbing with the flaming torch. He'd be keeping it for now, it was the only thing he had that was weapon-like and a lot of animals feared fire. "If you want grab the ore there and toss it in my pack. I'll give it back once we're safer than here." He grunted as he kept moving to get away from this cave for now.
Grunthor kept the torch up high as he looked around slowly. "I wasn't big on studying but spiders are a solitary thing...unless breeding you won't find two in the same web..." He said before the hissing sound came. This time a different insect, that was significantly larger than both runts.
It shied away from the light but took the orc corpse and went back to the darkness. "Yeah, no....we're so leaving. We're both tapped out for a bit." He stated before snagging the knife from the other runt. "But I need something to give to the guards to get in..." He muttered. Spiders were like crabs, jointed legs that connected with another joint to the main body.
Wedging the tip in he cut the connecting tissue and meat to detach the legs one at a time. He kicked off the detached legs while keeping the torch up out of his way and to keep whatever the fuck that giant bug was at bay hopefully. "You grab some and I'll grab some so we can keep the knife and torch out." He stated, handing the knife back to him.
He scooped four legs up and onto his shoulder with a grunt. It felt a bit heavy but he had lifted similar weight as a human kid. His orc body was more robust than that thankfully.
It shied away from the light but took the orc corpse and went back to the darkness. "Yeah, no....we're so leaving. We're both tapped out for a bit." He stated before snagging the knife from the other runt. "But I need something to give to the guards to get in..." He muttered. Spiders were like crabs, jointed legs that connected with another joint to the main body.
Wedging the tip in he cut the connecting tissue and meat to detach the legs one at a time. He kicked off the detached legs while keeping the torch up out of his way and to keep whatever the fuck that giant bug was at bay hopefully. "You grab some and I'll grab some so we can keep the knife and torch out." He stated, handing the knife back to him.
He scooped four legs up and onto his shoulder with a grunt. It felt a bit heavy but he had lifted similar weight as a human kid. His orc body was more robust than that thankfully.
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