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@Zeroth Get that thing in a hider, and we're good for the character tab.

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Cavern Goblins



@Zeroth Reincarnation was randomized, so no particular prerequisite.

For now, just vague glimpses and ideas of their past life, but that'll only be temporary.

I'll be basing everything I know from recall, so evolutions, monsters, and story will mostly be from me. Well, unless I remember certain parts of the source materials right.

Only thing you need to be familiar with would be any isekai story; probably ones with overpowered protagonists, since it'll help you get the general vibe we'll be going with.

As for knowing how certain skills or evolutions work, not really or not so much, since I'll be using a mishmash of stuff plus my own ideas.
π”Ύπ• π•“π•π•šπ•Ÿ β„šπ•¦π•–π•€π•₯
Mainly influenced by Re: Monster, So I'm a Spider, So What?, and That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

π•€π•Ÿπ•₯𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ:

This is a story of reincarnation and second chances, but unlike your previous mundane life, this'll be filled with peril and adventure. I do hope you enjoy.

Your restless soul has been forced into a world where heroes, magic, and strange creatures not only exist, but thrive. Perhaps you'll be able to be a hero with a troubled past or a mage from a far away land? Well, possibly in another life, but not this one. Unfortunately, you are monsters. More specifically, you're the weakest of your kind when you begin your journey to become the strongest.

What awaits you is anyone's guess. Good luck, you'll need it.

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The young goblins in the cave were in a terrible fix; there ere no longer any adults. It was a former nursery that was abandoned by it's former tribe. They ran to the north when the humans discovered the area and left the babies behind. They could have stayed and risked their entire clan, or leave and gamble the lives of those left behind.

In the end, a goblins quick growth has made you. The first generation. The goblins who must truly work from the ground up. Remember, simple mistakes could potentially cause death.

Outside the cavern nestled deep within the Arcadian Forest, sunlight shone through the trees. The goblins were only three days old, but they were mature enough to survive in the wild. One by one they began opening their eyes and waking up. Their stomachs growled and they all knew it was time to hunt through sheer instinct. There would be no helping hand through this process.

It was all down to the goblins themselves.

π”Ύπ• π•“π•π•šπ•Ÿ π•Šπ•™π•–π•–π•₯:


β„π•’π•Ÿπ•œ π•Œπ•‘ π•Šπ•ͺ𝕀π•₯π•–π•ž:


π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π•π•€ π•Šπ•ͺ𝕀π•₯π•–π•ž

𝕀π•₯π•–π•žπ•€

Disclaimer: I'll be following a plot that'll be gradually be revealed as the story goes on. Story-wise, I'm good for the first three arcs and on how I wanna end this thing. Feel free to ask if you have any questions.
@Scrivener@Sanity43217@Versa Nice, I thought it'd take a few more hours. I'm good with 3 goblins to start with since the rest will be NPCs and it'll be easy to jump in anyway.
π”Ύπ• π•“π•π•šπ•Ÿ β„šπ•¦π•–π•€π•₯

π•€π•Ÿπ•₯𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ:
This is a story of reincarnation and second chances, but unlike your previous mundane life, this'll be filled with peril and adventure. I do hope you enjoy.

Your restless soul has been forced into a world where heroes, magic, and strange creatures not only exist, but thrive. Perhaps you'll be able to be a hero with a troubled past or a mage from a far away land? Well, possibly in another life, but not this one. Unfortunately, you are monsters. More specifically, you're the weakest of your kind when you begin your journey to become the strongest.

What awaits you is anyone's guess. Good luck, you'll need it.

β„™π•£π•–π•žπ•šπ•€π•–:
The young goblins in the cave were in a terrible fix; there ere no longer any adults. It was a former nursery that was abandoned by it's former tribe. They ran to the north when the humans discovered the area and left the babies behind. They could have stayed and risked their entire clan, or leave and gamble the lives of those left behind.

In the end, a goblins quick growth has made you. The first generation. The goblins who must truly work from the ground up. Remember, simple mistakes could potentially cause death.

Outside the cavern nestled deep within the Arcadian Forest, sunlight shone through the trees. The goblins were only three days old, but they were mature enough to survive in the wild. One by one they began opening their eyes and waking up. Their stomachs growled and they all knew it was time to hunt through sheer instinct. There would be no helping hand through this process.

It was all down to the goblins themselves.

π”Ύπ• π•“π•π•šπ•Ÿ π•Šπ•™π•–π•–π•₯:


β„π•’π•Ÿπ•œ π•Œπ•‘ π•Šπ•ͺ𝕀π•₯π•–π•ž:


π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π•π•€ π•Šπ•ͺ𝕀π•₯π•–π•ž
π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π• π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•‹π•’π•π•–π•Ÿπ•₯ π•ƒπ•šπ•€π•₯


𝕀π•₯π•–π•žπ•€

Disclaimer: I'll be following a plot that'll be gradually be revealed as the story goes on. Story-wise, I'm good for the first three arcs and on how I wanna end this thing. Feel free to ask if you have any questions.
Critakill's party request was successful, the notification that popped up on the corner of her screen said so. Her attack though, wasn't something she was proud off.

"You'd think a full charged attack would do more damage." She thought to herself whilst preparing for her next move.

"Don’t let your whole stamina pool get drained!" said the Darkin Ranger.

"Uh, gotcha." Critakill replied.

Although imparted with some words of concern regarding her stamina pool, Critakill continued to assist in the "assault" on the lowly slime. Another arrow had materialized and another Aimed Shot was being charged up.

"Let's give this one more try." She whispered as she took aim.

Mentions: @Versa

Although not apparent, Critakill was amazed on how realistic the virtual around her was. From sea breeze and sandy shores to her smooth brown skin and thick yet fluffy tail.

While the notification of the slime slaying quest ran down her heads up display, Critakill continued reorienting herself to Thalam's interface. From your own stats to your target's, the crosshair and aiming mechanics, the skill tabs, and the chat box, there were definitely a handful that one needed to get used to. It was time consuming, but it was better addressed now than later.

A bit too engrossed by the interface, Critakill realized too late that aside from a few stragglers, most had made their way further inland to hunt for slimes. A few minutes behind, Critakill soon followed, trying her best to catch up.

......

Surveying the field and the ongoing skirmishes, Critakill noticed that the slimes were tougher than she had expected; one or two strikes were probably far from being enough to take them out. "Can't solo them." She said in a monotone voice while her arms drooped from her sides.

Seeing as some were ganging up, Critakill decided that it was wise to do the same. The question for now though was who she was going to party up with.

.....

[Critakill]: Party?
Private Message to Chrysanth

While sending her message along with a party invite, Critakill pulled out her bow before drawing back it's draw string. An arrow materialized as she took aim, waiting for the right time to let loose her Aimed Shot. From the moment aggro was established to the monster's successfully landing it's attack on the Darkin Ranger, Critakill was keeping watch. The instant the Slime rebounded from its tackle was Critakill's strike took flight.



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