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Goblin Quest

@ERode
Just to clarify, I’m swinging at whichever two you didn’t tatsumaki into the dirt.

Goblin Quest

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Emri kept in tow behind the Hoi, the large flexible thornbranch still held above his head as he hustled along. His breaths were getting more ragged, tired already from lack of energy, but as they finally found a tree to hide behind Emri took the chance to take big long breaths to recover the best he could. His cheeks turned a darker shade of green, his yellow eyes squinted as droplets of sweat trickle into his eyelids.

But the small goblin maintained his composure as their prey was detected. His vision was slightly impaired at first. Not quite making out the number of slimes or the corpse of the prey they slowly consumed, but Hoi sounded confident in their plan. Emri trusted the thick goblin brother, gripping his newfound weapon as he readied himself for his first bout of combat.

Hoi was the first to rush out from behind the tree and quickly made his way to the target he planned on, the Blue Slime. Emri’s mouth opened wide as the devastating blow of his cloth wrapped leg came crashing down onto the prey, but it was also at this moment that something strange happened. As he got a clearer look at the three slimes, information about the monsters seemingly made itself known to the brainy goblin in a glimpse. Slimes are blind and deaf.

Emri didn’t want to make a bad impression on chunky goblin brother, and he definitely wanted to follow the plan. But as he found himself entering the battle after Hoi, a sudden emergence of bloodthirst overcame him. He tightly gripped the handle of his thornbranch as he charged in, drawing the oversized weapon behind him as he drew closer to the blue slimes rather than the one Hoi had engaged.

Reaching the two monsters, Emri dug his heels into the soft dirt and pressing the padding of his left foot forward to swing out the thistlebranch in a devastating swipe with all of his tiny goblin might. Which in all reality wasn’t that much, but the soft slimes would surely take some result of damage from the frail goblin’s attempt. Right?

Either way, after the lash of the flexible weapon was completed by Emri he would struggle to draw the weapon back up to ready himself again. He would be clearly winded after the attack, breathing heavily and looking more exhausted than before. Emri hunched over, tired, but still held onto his weapon and managed to speak clearly to his hunting partner.

”Weak prey. Easy for Hoi.”
@ERode

Goblin Quest

@RC3
Any defining characteristics Emri would notice about the slimes with Greater Knowledge?

Goblin Quest

Don’t kinkshame Emri.

Goblin Quest

Visual Example

If I had to give you attributes for it.
* It’s flexible and soft, probably weak to cutting tools.
* The thorns can break off but they’re hooked and pretty thick.
* It’s probably more of a whipping tool than a striking tool.

Goblin Quest

@RC3
Thin flexible stick with some thorns on it.

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It was before Emri could even react that his sentiment was rejected and hard work stolen, all within the blink of an eye. The goblin’s eyes welled up as he watched the sneakthief goblin dash deeper into the cave. The clothed goblin held back a strained frown as realized the only thing that he had left from his scavenging was the small piece of bone. Learning from his mistake of carelessly holding his items out for all to see, Emri tore a piece of his brown garments along his right side. This exposed more of his, but he made sure to place the bone piece into the cloth and frayed some twill thread to tie the cloth closed.

”You work, you eat.”

For some reason these words had a familiarity that sent chills through the goblin’s body. His legs froze, locked to the cave floor as he watched the pudgy goblin march his way towards the mouth of the cave. Emri hadn’t been so good with language skills yet, the thoughts of this new life not being everything it seemed definitely hindered him from being outspoken about anything really. He was a newborn goblin, honestly he didn’t know much. But that’s exactly why following somebody with strong direction would be helpful for the time being. If someone else was doing the talking then Emri would be able to think, and the undeveloped cranium of this goblin was filled with superhuman curiosity more than anything. It was perhaps because of the overwhelming amount of whats, wheres, and whys in his head that he couldn’t articulate his words properly.

The warmth of blood filled the small goblin’s legs as his senses came back. Any passing goblin looks would see that the typically unsure expression on Emri’s face was gone even if only in the moment. His eyes faced the forest outside as he slowly made his way towards the mouth of the cave himself.

”Let’s work.”

Emri turned to look back inside the goblin hovel. He winced at the sight of the majority of his brothers and sisters in their starving state. But what this larger goblin said was the truth, in order to survive you would need to apply yourself in this harsh world. Even as a young goblin who’d yet experienced what that even meant, somehow he instinctually knew this was the truth. He turned back towards the forest that now faced him and took his first steps outside of the cave that he called home. The dirt outside of the cave felt different. It was looser and less coarse, it felt good in between Emri’s toes. It would be easier to run around out here, and by association easier for other creatures to move too. The second thing that came to mind was the size of trees compared to his own height, they were towering monoliths of grandeur. Would it be climbable for the more athletic brothers and sisters, getting a higher vantage point would definitely be helpful. Vantage Point ?

Emri definitely wasn’t built for such physical feats. So instead he would contemplate what exactly he could offer to the larger goblin brother. His eyes once again searched his surroundings looking for anything that might be noteworthy. But it was mostly an unoccupied area with little more than foliage and trees barren of lower branches, likely due to their own presence. Absentmindedly he wandered ahead, despite the dangers of not being armed or strong enough to defend himself with his own hands. He was searching for something, anything of little usefulness that he might be able to offer. And then he found it.

”This’ll do.”

Snatching up his lackluster discovery, Emri hurried back to the larger goblin with the thing held overhead. It was a thin root twice Emri’s height, flexible brown wood, and even had a small number of thorns on it. Emri had made sure to use the bark of a tree to scrape off the thorns on the side which the small goblin had decided to make the handle, but still it was quite unwieldy. But the weight was light enough for the fragile goblin to hold the structure without struggling too much, and the look on his face seemed content with his discovery all the same.

The wave of confidence Emri had wore off some time ago, but still he gripped the newly found tool with both hands and displayed it to the work-minded goblin before taking his right hand’s index finger and pointing at his face.

“Emri.”

His expression then changed to that of discontent as his yellow eyes sought the silhouette of the Rock Stealer. No way I’m Emri’s goblin life would he let that sneakthief take his things again, and this gripped his new thing tightly before looking to the bigger goblin again and nodding.

”I can work.”
@ERode@Dark Light

Goblin Quest

@Dark Light
All good man, Emri will just cry about it and move on.

Goblin Quest

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The small male goblin sniffled quietly for a little while. He hunched over in solitude with brownish green fingers tapping the dirty cave floor too ease his anxiety. The satisfaction it gave was brief and soothing, muted vibrations traveling up his digits into his hand while the sounds of countless fellow goblins filled the rest of the void.

Close by Emri was a rounder goblin who gave off the general airs of someone who you didn’t want to mess with even at the lowly age of three days. Instead the small goblin sought to find other distractions. His legs struggled to press his small frame from the cave’a surface until he eventually stood and his yellowed eyes scanned his surroundings. They were in a cave but it was relatively easy for him to see with the minimal lighting, and as he quietly stepped around he kept his eyes glued to the floor.

Emri took note of every standout he spotted on the ground, a terribly small beetle, a small fragment of bone, and even a pointy triangular rock. He didn’t want to wander too far away from the rest of his brothers and sisters and as he drew deeper into the cave Emri froze in fear with an abrupt halt in his steps and quietly made his way back to the area with the rest of the young.

He found his little sitting area once again, planting himself in the concave that fit his small body and pulled the beetle out. Rather than immediately kill the small creature Emri took the time to analyze it. Goblins were weak creatures who hunted small prey outside their hovels, but when there wasn’t prey to be hunted they resorted to harvesting cave mushrooms and small bugs that were easy to come by. This six-legged black beetle seemed to be one such food source, it’s shell wasn’t all that hard and other than it’s lackluster pincers it didn’t really have a means to fighting back.

Now mind you, Emri was hungry like all of the rest. But he knew that if some of them were going to be hunting any time soon, the stronger ones would be more efficient in their role with a full belly. So maybe. His eyes glanced back over to the round boy goblin who had found a spot to situate himself close to Emri’s own, taking in mind that he wasn’t a rock smasher like the others he went out and took a chance on the intimidating brother.

He didn’t recall the fellow goblin’s name so rather than fail an attempt Emri gathered his courage and rose once again to his feet. The clothed goblin stomped over to him with the beetle struggling in his clenched right hand. Offering it to the brother the goblin briefly spoke in a volume that would carry through the rest of the cave’s noise. ”Food for the strong.”

The hand remained outstretched, but the tension was horrifically visible on the small goblin’s face as if he were bracing for impact.
@ERode

Goblin Quest

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Emotional Support Goblin

Age - Three days old.

Gender - Male.

Race - Goblin.

Appearance - Emri is a runt of a goblin in ever form. His stature is smaller than unusual, his build is frailer than usual, and he struggles to find the might to hold heavier weapons even by goblin standard. Looking at the poor soul you would think that he was doomed upon birth to be the weakest fodder enemy of the group, the type that you you kill last because you know they won't put up much fight anyway. He didn't have too many distinguishing features for his race other than the large vibrant eyes and even larger ears. His skin was a pale green variant with tinges of tan and brown, but the marred areas of his skin were consciously cared for even in the short time he'd been alive. But the scraps of cloth he wore did make him stand out a bit. Rather than the makeshift loincloths, strappings, and pieces of leather, this goblin covered himself from head to toe in patterned fabric. Whether it was the goblin's shy personality or the fact that he felt exposed due to his frame the goblin would be an unusual sight among the crowd, hopefully not too much to make him a target however.

Level - Fifteen.

Personality - Emri is a timid little person. It’s not so much that he’s antisocial or afraid others necessarily, there’s just some deep seated psychological complex that causes him to dislike being in crowds of people. Which is horrible for him in his current situation! Emri is also fairly good-natured, he’s often trying to improve the situations of others and sticks his neck out for those in need. Often you'll find him rummaging for scraps to help those who are hungry, though he'll do this discretely in hopes to not be caught in such an act. Because even though he does wish to help others, being seen doing so would cause a plethora of problems for him, with all the attention it would gather if those he helped wished to show him gratitude.

Past Life -

The Life of a Delivery Boy

The life of a delivery driver was quite humble. Waking up at the crack of dawn and jumping on the vespa to head to work, grabbing small packages that needed to be run around the neighborhood. Sometimes it was pharmacy meds, sometimes it was groceries, maybe even some important contents from time to time. An honest days work wold have him running to the dispatch building, receiving the item, and zipping around the streets with his GPS guiding him through his headphones. It was also quite nice just meeting different people all of the time, hearing about their lives and their stories. Sometimes they'd talk his ear off delaying his scheduling, but it wasn't in his nature to dismiss these people of storytelling the experiences of their lives.

Emri was quite popular in his life of work. Often when people called dispatch for deliveries they'd specifically request for him, dismissing any other drivers that offered their services. It was a double-edged sword that made him busy and make plenty of money in tips, but damn was he ran ragged to the point of exhaustion most of the time. But he pressed on, and he really did enjoy his job no matter the circumstance. He was saving all of the extra money he accumulated to buy an actual car, being the young adult that he was, it felt to him like the next stage to maturing into a full-fledged functioning citizen. He didn't want anything flashy or too nice, just a new car with good mileage, something that would last him long enough to get the value out of every dollar he spent on it.

But that would soon be denied to him along with everything else, as a boxtruck being driven by a sleep deprived worker missed a stop sign. And thus the story of Emri the Delivery Boy ended on that day.

Talent(s) -

• Healing Magic (Affinity)
• Observant
• Greater Knowledge

Skill(s) -

• Mighty Swing (Active) E-Rank
• Intimidation (Active) E-Rank
• Dark Eye (Passive) E-Rank
• Blunt Damage Resistance (Passive) E-Rank
• Absorption (Remaining Uses: 7)

Inventory -
Inferior Wooden Crop - Low Durability