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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio there was those demons taking people. He could investigate the abandoned village... just saying.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Weekends are usually busy for me too. Between hunting and volunteer work it can get a little hectic.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13probly should let the thing die and get a next day post up. this would allow the others to make an end of the day post. I mean either way I vote that we end this quickly so we can move on.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch oh you said that overtime the entrances to there home or Realm would deteriorate unless the God took care of them. These creatures would basically do that for him. Unless I read that wrong then nevermind.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Stern Algorithm just throwing my input out there. Naswaru doesn't have a tribe let alone barley anyone that worships him. but he would be up for creating a race if some one where to ask him and help him.

@A Lowly Wretch soooo I am thinking of a small creation that Naswaru would have made for a singular purpose. I was thinking this could be some what like a small crab that is just around to maintain his entrances into his realm. he does have more than a few of them after all and is intent on making more. just wondering if this was ok I do not wish to overstep my bounds.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

Nkosi had little to say. It was a fine house with a couple interesting individuals. He wasn’t put off by the orc or fascinated by him. The other female seemed a bit lively while also somewhat taken back by being in the presence of the immortal. Yet somehow he was still rather stoic, her presence although beautiful, didn’t intimidate him. He was very aware of her power and influence but still held true to his beliefs.

When the topic of what they were here to do finally came up, he found himself silent once again. The orc was the first to talk, his accent sounded weird, and he seemed rather loud. Nkosi listened to him while he ate the fruit. It reminded him of the fruit that grew in the tropical valleys of home but the texture was different.

The orc finally stopped talking, something about being a green horn and where they would be going. Nkosi decided to chime in after the orc, “As long as the request for border walls is upheld and the other smaller agreements from my tribe kept. I’m at your service and at your disposal. If you so wish it” the ranger kept his stoic look about him rarely showing much more emotion. “I also wonder if you will be gracious enough to supply us with better traveling gear and weapons for this mission of yours?” Glancing towards the orc for a moment. “We are traveling into the unknown dear friend. Hostility is to be expected and accepted as an ugly truth of life on the frontier.” Nkosi was no stranger to combat, but he had more experience hunting beasts then fighting men.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

ill get a longer post out eventualy.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Naswaru, The Relentless

The flight to the plains was a bit quicker than he anticipated. Naswaru had a feeling his brother had a hand in that. Changing air currents at a whim must be nice. The god of the hunt is very much aware that he is not the most powerful of the gods. However, Naswaru is a firm believer that he has plenty of room to grow assuming he can absorb a few other gods and their cords. Yet even then such an act is looked down upon by some others and would have to be kept secret or make him look like he was defending himself.

Naswaru had no intention of doing that to his brother here. He quite liked the dragon that was following behind him. That, and he had little use for weather control. These thoughts can be left to another time. The only other god he could think of that would help him in his creations was currently hidden away somewhere. The god of blood liked to hide among the humans. Now on to this hunt of theirs.

The trail of their quarry could be seen from miles away. The mass of herbivores ate and trampled their way through the plains and forests. Leaving nothing but a large dirt path and many piles of droppings. Their droppings were also good fertilizer so what they ate could regrow in time. The swarming brown and tan mass of animals was moving quickly. The animals were being harassed by several packs of ridge backs. Many had already fallen but it still wasn’t enough.

Naswaru seeing this quickly broke to the right and down toward the ground. Flying just above the tall grass quickly approaching a few of the Rognyak from behind. With his two sharp talon feet the god easily picked two of the beasts up by their backs and snapped their spines. He wasn’t hunting to feed, he was hunting to kill. This wasn’t something he was necessarily happy about but it was something that had to be done. Naswaru began circling the horde, forcing them in tight together so that his brother could inflict maximum damage to the mass.

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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio ill get a post up today... eventually.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Hobgoblin Gird

Rescue Operation >>>> Kill the beast while its wounded /// Day 5 // Evening

Gird watched for a moment as the new goblin ran off toward the Alpha. Hesitating for only a moment, the pale hobgoblin followed the newcomer and watched him grab a spear. He said something about the neck being the weak spot before striking at the alphas neck. Gird watched as the spear pierced its skin rather easily. However, the ogre countered quickly and swiped the smaller goblin off his shoulder.

Seeing an opening, Gird leaped up onto the alpha. Staying close to its body so it would have greater trouble swinging at him. He eventually made it to its neck and raised his right arm. Straightening his fingers, hand, and arm, Gird quickly used power in the skull he still had for one swift blow.

In an instant he would try to plunge his arm into the wound the other goblin created before sinking his teeth into its neck as well. Biting, tearing, ripping, clawing, and eating his way into the beast as fast and as veracious as he could before the creature could get a chance at throwing him off.

This attempt might kill him, but he will try his best to inflict as much damage as he could to try to save his brothers and sisters.

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Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 12

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Light bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, sharp wooden spear

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses: