"I'll help you gather the ingredients but I won't be there for long afterward. I'd come back check how far the splinters go but that's about how close you can get me to participate in the testing." Griz says with a tone of finality. He had already compromised to help a fellow villager, hopefully she'd take his offer to help without a fuss. Regardless of whether Ashe took his offer, he would at least escort them to where the Nightshade grew. The night was growing closer and he wasn't sure if two lone goblins were enough to deter the interest of hungry beasts. Even less against a monster prowling about, looking for dinner.
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I am Searat
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.
My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)
As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.
Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.
My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)
As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.
Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.
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It was early in the morning when an armored stranger made his way into the city from the south side. His eyes cautiously looked around for any sign of trouble while the people that passed by him whispered assumptions about the lone stranger but no one dared to ask him of his business. likely afraid to make a slip and gain the stranger's ire. Or more accurately afraid of the crossbow he displayed proudly on his person. Though the most common speculation he heard about him was that they thought he was an outlaw of some sort and that he was to do business in Paladros with the crossbow that hung in its holster.
Though, as the majority of the hushed gossip shared among the common rabble, the whispered speculations were inaccurate for the most part. He was no outlaw. Though they were right about one thing...he was here to do business with the crossbow on his hip.
He wasted no time making his way to the tavern where he was supposed to meet his contact. A dwarf named Gilligan. Had a job that needed doing and in exchange, he would give him the information he needed about a vicious killer. An outlaw that cut down one and nineteen more of his friends and comrades who tried to bring him to justice. Hard to imagine that an experienced killer like him was in his early twenties, no? Regardless, the stranger then took a spot at the bar just as a strange woman did the same. All the while introducing herself to Giligan. Might as well introduce himself to his contractor, right? "Howdy, Mr. Giligan. I'm the Ranger you requested for the job."
Though, as the majority of the hushed gossip shared among the common rabble, the whispered speculations were inaccurate for the most part. He was no outlaw. Though they were right about one thing...he was here to do business with the crossbow on his hip.
He wasted no time making his way to the tavern where he was supposed to meet his contact. A dwarf named Gilligan. Had a job that needed doing and in exchange, he would give him the information he needed about a vicious killer. An outlaw that cut down one and nineteen more of his friends and comrades who tried to bring him to justice. Hard to imagine that an experienced killer like him was in his early twenties, no? Regardless, the stranger then took a spot at the bar just as a strange woman did the same. All the while introducing herself to Giligan. Might as well introduce himself to his contractor, right? "Howdy, Mr. Giligan. I'm the Ranger you requested for the job."
Griz grew slightly pale at the mention of the word 'explode'. The word brought back painful memories from when he was still a youngling. The chaos of a raging battle. The exploding ball of fire. The pained screams of his mother and siblings. The heat of the spreading flame that nearly claimed him. Griz's eyes grew vacant for a moment. Looking forward but unfocused on anything in front of him, like he was looking beyond at something the others couldn't see. The memories went as quickly as they had come. It was only for a moment but, to Griz, it felt unnaturally long. It felt like he relived the day the adventurers came. "Ah...I'm sorry but...I'm not comfortable with explosions. Or large open flames for that matter." He then looks to Breden. "Breden, would you mind if you tested it out instead? I'll make sure to pay you back."
"Then let them take what they need from the rack. Besides, a whole deer would be too much even for the two of us." Griz chuckles as he hands Breden his share of the bones. The blood, however, would have to wait as they couldn't possibly tote around the bones all the while carrying a large bowl filled to the brim with blood without great risk of spilling it. Once they have gathered their respective shares, they leave the back of Griz's hut.
On their way to the shaman's hut, they encountered the newest addition of their tribe. An al-ke-mist, whatever she calls herself, by the name of Ashe. A strange gobliness that arrived at their village over a winter ago and one that had more human characteristics than Griz was comfortable with. But, despite her eccentricities, she was a helpful addition as she helps the village with her brews and concoctions. Much like the shaman but less connected with their religion. "A weapon? Interesting. What do you expect it to do?" Griz says as he keeps walking to the hut, expecting her to follow them while explaining the details of her weapon.
On their way to the shaman's hut, they encountered the newest addition of their tribe. An al-ke-mist, whatever she calls herself, by the name of Ashe. A strange gobliness that arrived at their village over a winter ago and one that had more human characteristics than Griz was comfortable with. But, despite her eccentricities, she was a helpful addition as she helps the village with her brews and concoctions. Much like the shaman but less connected with their religion. "A weapon? Interesting. What do you expect it to do?" Griz says as he keeps walking to the hut, expecting her to follow them while explaining the details of her weapon.
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"You're welcome and don't sell yourself short, Breden. You've come a long way from where you were three months ago. And if you still doubt your skill, then keep this as a reminder." Griz cuts a long segment of his cloth arm wrap with his dagger. "A reminder of the lessons you've learned. A reminder of all the hardships you've overcome through diligence and hard work. But most importantly, let this be a reminder that you're stronger than you let yourself know." Griz then hands Breden the segment of cloth, long enough for him to wrap it around his arm or make it a headband if he so pleases. He lets the young goblin process what he's said before talking once again.
"It's going to be a while until all the meat gets smoked. Care to help me bring the bones and blood to the shaman's hut to leave it as an offering to the Spirits?"
"It's going to be a while until all the meat gets smoked. Care to help me bring the bones and blood to the shaman's hut to leave it as an offering to the Spirits?"
"Well sure. Let me show you a trick the older hunters use when they need to make a fire quickly." Griz says as he helps Breden set aside the meat, fur, and bones of the deer. He takes the flint knife and his reforged iron dagger and gestures for the younger goblin to follow him to the firepit near the center of the area. "Trick is that if I scrape the back of the flint knife with the iron knife, it'll make sparks." Griz then demonstrates the trick and well enough he manages to make sparks in a short span of time. "Why don't you give it a try?"
While Breden would get the fire started, Griz would assemble his smoking rack. Griz also ties long sections of bark to tie onto the thing so the smoke wouldn't dissipate quickly or be affected by the stray gust of wind.
While Breden would get the fire started, Griz would assemble his smoking rack. Griz also ties long sections of bark to tie onto the thing so the smoke wouldn't dissipate quickly or be affected by the stray gust of wind.
HP:110/110 | MP: 116/116 | SP: 121/121
"Holy shit, Klein. Nice tattoos." Raime says with a light chuckle as a system notification pop out congratulating them for jumping 3 levels. Raime let out a tired but triumphant cheer as he sat down onto the grass. Ari celebrated their first-ever successful combat in CaCo. It was around this moment that Mags slithered along the ground to 'appropriate' the loot for herself. Raime couldn't care less, he was just glad that everyone managed to survive this encounter. "I'll go allocate my AP points then go check out the herbs over there for curative herbs. I'm not sure about you guys but I want to have some healing items on hand before we start grinding for cash."
Raime would then open his character menu and begin allocating his Attribute Points. He would then allocate one point each to his HP, MP, and SP. He split the remaining points to his Agi and Dex, leaving a single point up for End. Once he confirmed his choices he then would set off to the herbs. "Well...nothing ventured nothing gained." Raime then grabs a variety of herbs and begins the edibility test. First rubbing it on his skin to see if it would cause any adverse effects, then to his lips, chewing it and keeping it in his mouth, then finally swallowing it. Raime would repeat the process for every herb he finds and, upon discovering useful ones, he'd harvest as much as he can.
Edward Marsh
Ed was glad that they managed to do what they needed to do, but now there was an issue of one of the guards going to patrol to investigate the cage where Asteria went to try and communicate with the creature trapped within. He had to do something to buy Asteria more time and allow the smell to permeate more so the other myrminors would come and hopefully deal with the bandits. He first gestures to Mother Rat too keep low and quiet before he searches the ground for a sizable rock he could toss. He would then climb up a tree and look for a location parallel to the bugbear's position, far enough to lead the guard away but close enough for it to hear. Once he found a good enough location, he would throw the stone as hard and far as he could. Intending that the sound of the stone hitting the plants and ground would distract the bugbear guard long enough for Asteria to make her move.
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