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From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 more so just makeing sure the sacrifice to his goddess worked making it 140?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 I hope I got the xp right if not then please correct me. also we spoke about there being rotting meat in the cave before you had your leave of absence, but I can always change it.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Hobgoblin Gird

Kill the beast while its wounded >>>> A good fight /// Day 5 // Evening

Gird rode the beast to the ground but continued to rip and tear at its neck until he could no longer see it draw breath. “I sacrifice this ones soul to Duvelna as he was a worthy opponent.” Blood still dripping from the pale hob goblin as he announced his prayer to his goddess. “Again she gave us a mighty foe, and again we passed her test.” The newcomer began to bash the alphas head with a large stone and spoke a few names.

Turning away from him and towards Ren, “good job brother, we all did a good job but now it seems that it is getting dark and this kill might attract predators.” Turning to face back towards the cave and the trolls that still lingered inside. “Gina, you got us here. It should be your decision on what to do to these.” Motioning his head back to the other trolls.

Leaving them to whatever she wanted to do with them, Gird returned to the alphas corpse and began to strip away flesh from the bone. He wanted to upgrade his bone armor and this creature defiantly looked like he had some big strong bones he could use. Mostly taking a few ribs to upgrade his chest piece and maybe add it in to the back and shoulders of the webbing. While the legs or arm bones could be put to use along his arms or legs.

He wouldn’t need much and whatever the others wanted he would let them have first. The hobgoblin wasn’t trying to be greedy he would only take what he needed and leave the rest. After finishing this task which likely took him a few minutes, Gird would talk to the others while investigating in and around the cave while the others did whatever it was they were doing. He eventually stumbled upon some old rotten meat. Looked to be some sort of animal that he didn’t recognize. The trolls didn’t seem too interested in it for whatever reason.

Gird was about to move on and leave the meat where it was. That was until he heard it. The chilling voice of what he could only assume was his goddess or maybe some spirit that was trying to guide him. “Eat… become stronger…. Eat…” a whisper of a voice that seemed distant and far away. The chilling feeling slowly disappeared, and he was left looking at the meat before him. Suddenly a pit grew in his stomach that wasn’t there before, and he found himself on his knees next to the rotting substance. Picking up some meat in his hands Gird soon found himself both eating and gagging on the meat before him. It was a compulsion, and he couldn’t seem to stop himself even though there was perfectly good troll meat nearby.

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Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 12 > 152?

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium 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, Stone Skin,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio messed with a couple of your scouts, hope its ok. didn't hurt them just sort of spooked them maybe.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Naswaru, The Relentless

A long flight. Naswaru wasted little time to separate himself from the other two gods. He hoped that they were successful in their hunt, but he had to investigate a few things. The local hunting villages seemed to be a little less active in the area. It was a strange occurrence. These were rich hunting grounds the humans should be all over this place.

Scanning the forest below. His binocular vision could pick up fine details while he soared through the air. Having little to fear of other flying creatures didn’t stop him from keeping an eye on his blind spot. Could never be too careful, he wasn’t the only one that could make monsters.

It wasn’t too much longer before he caught sight of something dark and jagged in a small field. The burnt out remains of a village slowly took shape as he got closer. The small village looked as if it could have supported a few families. Landing ever so gracefully in the center of the small tent city. The burnt remains of rudimentary wooden buildings still smoldered but gave off little heat. This place was attacked recently.

The scavengers had only just begun to come into camp and take what they could. Whoever hit these people, seemed to have destroyed more than they took. The god wandered around the small encampment for a little while longer, taking in the damage to the village before returning to the center fire. Closer inspection of the fire led him to find bones and charred meat. He had found the humans that once lived here.

“Troublesome, very troublesome. I can understand a raiding party but normally they don’t kill and burn the others like this. I need to find more information or a witness to these incidents.” He thought. Questions and thoughts rolled around in his mind for a while longer before figuring he had seen all he needed too. “Further clues would be needed to address the issue. Until the local human population can grow back, more predators will have to be established in this area.” Normally the god didn’t like to micro manage the natural way of things. However, these were his creations and the normal predators didn’t quite have the aggression needed to hunt the Rognyak.

Naswaru continued his flight over the forests for more signs of human activity. The wind wasn’t working in his favor this day. Making it difficult to track them, but if their quarry was other humans then maybe the next small encampment of humans would be where they would go next or perhaps the mountain people to the north.

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He was planning his next step when it happened. It was almost as if another predator of leviathan size claimed a territory. The local wildlife seemed on edge. He could feel it, that unnatural presence, that fear. Quickly the huntsmen began flying low and close to the tree tops toward the source. The valleys and hills keeping him hidden while he flew towards the disturbance. The farther he went the more the animals seemed to run in the other direction.

Then he saw it. The obsidian black spire that rose from the earth. Jagged edges that rose up from the forest ahead of him and towards the sky. It almost seemed to be reaching up to grasp the two pairs of light that swirled around each other, disappearing into the heavens above. The surrounding trees seemed to have uprooted themselves and crawled away from the spire. Forming a natural wall from the crammed trees and vegetation around the site.

Naswaru approached carefully and slowly. Gliding silently and with little effort through the trees until he was at the wall. Gripping and crawling through the dense vegetation like a spider. He slowly made his way to a better view of the spire taking his time to inspect the trees and plants. It never occurred to him that they could move like this. Something to be played with later for sure.

After a few more minutes of inspecting the trees and learning what he could the god began to proceed forward. Stopping suddenly because of movement in the wall. All the animals and even insects had vacated this area, yet he still picked up movement. Subtle vibrations that were drawing closer. The huntsmen’s skin began to change color to better match his environment while he crouched there against the tree. His skin even began to grow rather rough to better blend in with the bark of the tree.

However, the sight of a humanoid caught him off guard. There were two of them, and they were dressed in a familiar fashion. The lord of light was here. Or at least his scouts were. The duo perched themselves on a spot to overlook the barren land leading up to the spire but didn’t proceed towards it. They just kept themselves there slightly covered by the trees but made no mention or movement that made him suspect that they knew he was there.

Continuing his slow crawl up to the scouts he didn’t make the slightest sound. They wouldn’t even know he was there until he stepped up between them. The mark of a true predator, to only be seen when he wanted to be seen. A low growl at the two of them as he passed to subdue any thought they might have had at trying to harm him. Naswaru said nothing as he dropped from the tree and to the edge of the crater down below. Extending his arm into the open air. Almost as if he was sampling the area to make sure that it wasn’t too caustic so his form had time to adapt.

With one quick glance back at the forest, the god of the hunt then proceeded to walk towards the mysterious spire keeping his guard up and his senses peaked.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Wildman13 well there is still the other trolls to worry about.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Guy0fV4lor ... I might also want the ribcage because armor.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch Although Naswaru is interested in this fear... his need to see others grow may lead him to help Oao get it. He might just wonder if his sister would get out more if she could control her own fear let alone influence others.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Guy0fV4lorif you ask, Gird will simply claim the trolls soul for his goddess and give his share to the others. other than a few large bones from an arm and a leg he doesn't really care.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Naswaru is interested.