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From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

I have returned

The Xenowar Chronicles: Hell Jumpers

Am interested but busy weekend ahead.

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

@Guy0fV4lor hmmm im tempted to have him blissfully forget that detail... but okay

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

Ardur The Pixie

Here comes the thunder >>>> Never give a Pixie Explosive Ordinance /// day 8 // Evening

Ardur watched intently as the flames from the torches grew closer. These goblins numbered in the many. But perhaps when their numbers began to dwindle and their leadership was destroyed, maybe then they would kneel or give up and run. All things considered, Ardur would focus on Rattle skull. He was the major threat here. Perhaps even crispy would submit to them without their leader.

He paused for a moment longer after he called out the approaching enemy. The others down below seemed to be digging in and preparing their ambush. The small pixie soon found himself being summoned by one of the self-proclaimed leaders of the reborn. Flying down to the slime it reached out toward him. Hesitating slightly due to his instincts, Ardur allowed the slime to touch him.

The strange chilled sensation of having another's thoughts reverberate through his head was very strange and caught him slightly off guard. After receiving the message Ardur nodded, "I'm focusing Rattle skull. If he dies the others will break. That and if crispy is flame touched he would probably be immune if not resistant to the flames. And both of them have been in this cave long enough that they more than likely have some sort of resistance to the poison."

Feeling that he relayed his message appropriately, Ardur took flight this time with the fragile cargo. Casting shield on the volatile poison crystal before he leaves. Another reason why he was going to focus the brute, was that the "clothes" he wore would most likely burn and this would get rid of any unforeseen ability he might have. Taking the rat lung bomb back up to a stone shelf closer to the entrance (E11) Ardur would wait until Rattle skull came within range of the others before arming and dropping the improvised explosive device.

@Guy0fV4lor
@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: 2

Health: Full
Mana: Full
Stamina: Full

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield I, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I

Kills for current level: 1x Dire Rat, 1x Huge Slime,

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Well jangel is going to control Gird while I'm away, you guys have fun try not to get killed and I'll be back on the 12th... ish.

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

Victor Asimov

Victor found the next few days rather peaceful. The camp was set up similar to how his boot camp was and was at least somewhat familiar too him. The tall Russian was never really bored he always found something to do. When he wasn’t training on his new weapon, Victor could be found talking to some locals and the other injured. Both to keep them company and get some Intel on the terrain and fighting forces they would be going up against.

Although sometimes the others wouldn’t talk much he would still talk to them, tell them about himself. He found this to be a good way at getting out of his shell while also getting some good information. Scratching down letters to send home to love ones as well for the ones he could. Victor learned a lot this way. Learning about the violence, the unrelenting Japanese, stories of war machines and endless artillery. The boy also learned of the types of weather for the seasons, what kind materials worked well for temporary shelters, wild foods that one could eat, and ways to keep the insects away.

Although the soldiers were in a bad way, most seemed to enjoy talking to the strapping young lad. His time would also be spent practicing with the sword that was kept secured on his left hip. Some others seemed to be interested, for a little while. A few even interested in training with it. A request he didn’t mind, after all it was just one more thing to get their minds off other things.

He even found himself volunteering for perimeter patrols. He knew that he was going out in this eventually and too him this was the best way to prepare himself for the rigors of war in a tropical environment. The others that were tasked to his team seemed like good people, but he hadn’t spent all that much time with them. Other than base interactions, they all seemed to have their own lane and didn’t have much reason to interact with each other.

But today seemed like a rather lazy day for the most part. After doing his usual PT, Victor found himself going over his new gear again. Taking it apart and putting it back together, cleaning it while also going over how to deal with jams. The weapon was magnificent in its own right. Made for anti-armor purposes it was going to be fun to use in the field even if it was a bit cumbersome and heavy.

After going through his gear one last time, the tall blonde found comfort by just sitting on the ground next to his cot. His white tank top smeared with black streaks and grease. The ever present amount of sweat glistened off his brow. He found it calming to just be able to sit there and slowly polish and sharpen his family sword knowing full well that this peace won’t last forever. For the time Victor would simply do this and meditate alone until someone came to get him or wanted to talk.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

if its stupid but it works its not stupid.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

well I don't think ill be able to post before I leave... so I guess Gird kind of disappears in the brush and no one can find him?

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

Ardur The Pixie

Preparing for a fight >>>> Here comes the thunder /// day 8 // Evening

Ardur worked for the next few minutes diligently stacking stones of various sizes all over the earthen pillars. It was tiring and straining work but with the help of Physical Conditioning I found it to be almost enjoyable to be working out again. It reminded him briefly of his child hood and helping his father break up and move concrete. He couldn’t help but look down at himself after he did what he could do to prepare for the coming battle. Noticing that he was still naked from his earlier conflict he guessed he still had a little time left to go home and ‘change’.

Knowing that Lesser Flight III allowed him to travel farther, faster, and lighter. The pale pixie found himself taking his time to practice his flying skills by chasing down a few flying insects. Toying with them for a moment as they tried in vain to elude the predator behind them. He would continue to chase them before catching them and returning home.

Entering the small stone abode he could see that the small crystal nodes had grown slightly but still were not at the size to be used. Steve didn’t seem to be home but a gentle tug of some of his webs got his attention. The small spider acting on instinct to the sudden vibration charged from a crevice and reared its front legs up with a hiss towards Ardur. However, once the spider realized who was standing before it either by sight or scent slowly lowered its aggressive posture and seemed to wait.

Ardur did find himself flinching slightly at the response from his roommate. But everything seemed to settle down when he tossed several of the small insects onto the spider’s web. Steve instantly started stinging and wrapping its food while Ardur began to gather the silken strands and coil some of them together to make stronger strands. This was how he made his clothes last time but this time he didn’t have any grass but had a different idea instead.

After gathering and spinning the web together using his shield spell to keep the silk from sticking to him. Ardur made his way over to Steve to give it one last heal spell before stroking the creature for a moment. For whatever reason he felt a bit calmer from this act but eventually stood and walked to the entrance with a sigh. “Bye Steve, ill hopefully see you again later.” He said as he dropped out of the entrance and into the air.

The trip was rather uneventful, the cave was stricken with an eerie silence. It was almost like the other creatures knew better than to poke their heads out or scout out around their homes. It was something he would see now and then, all the animals taking shelter before a storm. Even his instincts told him to keep a low profile and hide. A feeling he swiftly suppressed to the back of his mind. Now wasn’t the time to hide, it was the time to fight.

Stopping only briefly to take a few more chunks of one of the nearby dead goblins. Ardur found himself perched up on a high shelf looking off toward the entrance. If he was to see any movement coming from that direction, he would be the first to call it out to the others. While the pixie ate, he began to fix small pebbles in the spider silk clothes he had woven together. Although it wouldn’t be considered armor by any means, he still felt like it was better than nothing.

Looking back out across the cave with one leg dangling off the side and the other sucked up towards his chest to give his head something to rest on again he sighed. This was the first down time he has had in some time and while his mind went over his game plan for the battle he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to Sara and what he left behind to come here.

He was sure the short red head would end up here after she passed of old age just to yell at him about how stupid he was. Then having it followed up by how strong and handsome our son had grown to be. Yet for some reason he didn’t want her to see him like this. He had indulged his new instincts a little too much and in the end hadn’t really helped anyone. What the hell was he doing? Who was he trying to fool being a chaotic pixie with no regard to others?

She would be disappointed in him, he was sure of it.

“Merciful Sun god, I have squandered my days with plans of many things. This was not among them. But at this moment, I beg only to live the next few hours well. For all we ought to have thought, and have not thought; all we ought to have said, and have not said; all we ought to have done, and have not done; I pray thee God of the sun, for forgiveness.” He spoke a quote from one of his and Sara’s favorite movies as a prayer and caught himself beginning to cry.

When the time came to attack the goblins Ardur would be sure to help and do his best. Either by bombing the goblins from above with stones while they fought the other reborn. To running interference by quickly flying around the goblins and distracting them using his new-found speed and dexterity to aid him. But most importantly, he would do what he does best, help. Keeping close to the others and checking up on them to make sure they had proper heals or delivering mana crystals from the stash to them. He won’t just stand to the side and watch this time, this time he will make Sara proud.

((OOC: So as I’ve stated before I’m leaving for a training for 10 days and as stated above after his prayer. It lists what he will be doing during the fight that I’m sure is to happen while I’m away. So just regard him as a temporary NPC and I’ll catch up when I can… just don’t get him killed please. He will follow orders, when he’s tired he will rest, and when he’s low on mana he will seek out a crystal or two. But have fun and I’ll be back on the 13th.))

@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: 2

Health: Full
Mana: Full
Stamina: Full

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield I, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Keenly aware of his surroundings the Mando warriors pressed on through corridor after corridor. The tight places where exactly the kind of room clearing the barbell wanted. Cutting down foe after foe with either the heavy pistol or his Sabre. The imperials stood little chance to get away from their impending doom. If the Barabel didn't get you, the others that followed would.

Roak knew what was coming up next. The open courtyard before the safe house was going to be a problem they all knew it. The Imps would too, the last choke point, the last place to get them into the open. It was in the floor plan that they had received and Roak had spent many hours going over the layout of the building. Even going as far to building a holographic simulation of the building back at base so that he wouldn't have gotten anything mixed up.

That was another thing Elder Resol instilled in them was to be prepared for anything. To be able to think and adapt, be problem solvers. Roak normally wouldn’t put that much effort into a strike, but he was well aware that if this one went smoothly then they would get much more dangerous and high profile missions. Speak the words and where the armor, and we will do great things. That’s all the old man had to tell him. That was all he needed to hear, having a purpose was all he ever wanted.

The door was coming up on them quickly, they were even a little ahead of schedule. The diversion that the others were making was working. A scream overhead, the unique sound of tie fighters reminded the Mando what was at stake. Holstering his pistol and sheathing his sword he grabbed his rifle with one hand and took a cryo grenade from his belt. The courtyard was too open for his normal tactics.

Bursting through the large heavy doors they were met with a peaceful sight of colorful flowers and ornate stone carvings. These beautiful sights were soon stolen by blaster fire from implaced E-Webs on the opposite side of the courtyard. The Imps had placed themselves in a rather well situated position, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. Taking up a position next to Elder Resol Roak could only nod at his teacher as a sign of ‘ready when you are’ the Barabel would be sure to throw his grenade at the nearest position but would otherwise follow his lead with his short blaster rifle in hand.