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Since elves are reluctant to fight at the frontlines they have created something that does. The elvish "creation magic" is well-known, it turns a previously lifeless body into a fierce animated guardian. The ritual usually requires a living soul as a catalyst and a target to whom this creature is bound like an obedient automaton. Onqára or the "stone monks" of Yllendthyr are a bit different. It all begins with person enrolling in the Onaira system which is a mix between a religious cult, propaganda and military academy. These people undergo intense training in both spirit and body with the end result being to groom a fanatic ascetic warrior ready to serve the Empire. The novices are often also sent to guard duties to preserve public order and spread the fame of Yllendthyr. Upon the completition of their 10 years of training they are ready to make the ultimate sacrifice. Forsaking their bodies, sensations and the ability to speak they transfer to a construct body made of stone, carved by themselves. As the Ongára they sever their worldy desires and become something greater, all for their desire to maintain order. The Ongára and the Onaira organization in general has a highly esteemed reputation with most people being in awe of the monks' devotion.

Of course the reality is a bit more sinister. The soul used to animate the construct is only the catalyst, they explicitly have no free will. Stone monks upon conversion lose all their individuality and become mindless servants to the Empire. As their contract is linked to the state instead of a particular person this also manages to avoid the common issue with elvish constructs. Namely if the creator dies, all constructs lose their bindings and turn to dangerous frenzy. This is also the reason why in spite of the convoluted methods to acquire sufficient number of souls, Yllendthyr has a much larger ratio of construct soldiers than any other empire. With the illusion of this process being voluntary they also manage to avoid the public outrage. In general this is a win-win situation to them.

Onqára are stone warriors, usually made of some kind of marble or limestone equivalent. As animated stone creatures they have superior strength and are durable enough to ignore both arrows and swords. In addition they lack vitals and thus can take surprising amount of punishment. Their only weakness is the destruction of the specific part which contains the soul. Anything else destroyed means the soul is still salvageable and can be put into another body. Stone monks are a powerful asset and unlike other elvish contructs they don't need direct order from their master to be effective. So long Yllumírë stands the Onqára will serve the empire.


Nice, these construct are something to be feared.

regardless he will find you as he will be looking for your companion.


Yep and we on the other hand will be far.
@Kheliop

Yeah all I can offer is adventure, my young goblin. XD
@Kheliop

I find your lack of faith disturbing. XD *Raises my fist*
@Kheliop

*Gina puts on a green cloak* Join the green side young Barth.
Goblin Gina





@Duthguy
”How would I know, I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now!” She answers quite in a panic, before shoveling him away and running away with the book close in hand her far quite red with embarrassment. With her heart beating faster and faster as time goes which made breathing harder and harder as she runs to where the rabbit family is located. Luckily Nene was not far which saw her running away from the church at full speed, wanting to protect and see what was going on Nene abandoned what she was doing as she rushes to her side, hopping furiously to keep up with her distress friend.

She sighs in relief knowing that she has gotten away from the man that made her feel so strange and changed her mind from exploring or anyway of going anyway far that will destroy any contact from him. She sits down putting a hand in her chest as she tries to calm herself down.

Of course she didn’t notice her follow her as she arrives to where the broken tree was where the family of rabbits were in and where she separated from Zat. She stops after seeing the broken tree in the clearing being reminded of the family of rabbits where living. Worried and curious at the same time she takes a peak wanting to check if they were still there.


Goblin Gina





@Duthguy
At first while she was increasing suspicions that he was indeed Zat, her heart begun to race as her face became to grow ever redder with every second that pass by once he shown him the shield. In a way she just told him that he was special to him making her hide her face with her book trying to hide her face from him as he leans onto his shoulders. As she continues to snuggle up to him still not knowing this feeling that’s been welling inside of her as she continues to get closer to him.

Completely ignoring the newcomer as she sneaks up to him as she continues to hide her face from him to the point where they are basically hugging one another. Cuddling in the library as someone watches them. “I blame you for this feeling so you have to take responsibility.” She replies as she distances the book from him as she reads a sentence which he could never understand. “I love you.” She reads out from the book making sure that the two cannot understand what she just said.

Goblin Gina




As she flips through the pages of her book she couldn’t get the hang of the extra weight on her chest while she contemplates hos she would get used to the things that eternal mother called “breasts.” While she called them to be very useful in the future, she still hasn’t figured out in what way they can be of use. But, as she flips through pages of the old book reading more of the language. That these books all contain wanting to learn more of it so that she can converse people with it.

Soon, she felt a familiar brush from her legs as she drops her book siding it aside as she grabs and lifts up a familiar little creature. ”You haven’t changed Nene.” She said before giving her a hug and afterwards giving her a small kiss onto her lips before she lets it go letting it hope out and to get some exercise before she turns back to her books. “Hello, I’m Gina.” She tried to say in the language only to get some of it right.

@Duthguy
That is until someone started to talk with her which caught her off guard as she was quite intent with reading and learning the book. She yelps as he started talking, his red as red as blood and seems to be intent in trying to ask her something but loses the will to continue on. But, he seems to be very familiar as she steps up and inspects him even further pinching his cheeks and feeling his body.

”You remind me of someone special.” She says as she inspects his body. ”I’m Gina by the way and I am a follower of Shirila.” She said as she gestures to him to sit right next to her. While her pet continues to hop away. ” So what do you want to ask me again?” She asks before another comes in and steals her attention, asking her about something about talking to stones.

@Guy0fV4lor
“I wasn’t talking to a stone, I was talking to my goddess.” She replies with a smile and chuckling treating it as an joke. “I’m Gina and I am the follower of Shirila.” She says like with the last goblin that seems familiar, not knowing that they were once her comrades in arms a few moments ago.


Goblin Gina





After finishing off all of the skeletons, Gina was exhausted her eyes closing and her conscious failing her as she collapses to the ground. She didn’t know how many they had taken down but, all she knew was her shield was broken and she had scratches and bruises in her arms as some of them proved too problematic then the others.

Her mind was in a state of dismay as she experiences her very first night mare in the world. As her dream continues on where she had left with the rest of them tired and their weapons showing signs of wear. As the remaining skeletons bash through the large door. Cutting down her allies one by one until she was dragged to the altar where they destroyed the very last statue of Shirila destroying the everything she said she would defend with her life before they turn to her and started clawing into her flesh drawing away pieces of her flesh tearing her flesh.

”NO!” She screams out as she jerks forward not, sweating furiously as she looks around still seeing the church was intact and the doors still close. She didn’t notice her new body until she saw the others thinking that they really did die and now resurrected into a new clan of goblins. But she dismissed it until one of her vine hair landed on her face.

She tried to throw it away until she pulled on it making her scream in pain. She stands up trying to get a better view of things trying to find Zat and the others. Only to discovered by a completely new looking brothers and sisters but, aside from that it was odd she didn’t normally stand this tall before and see farther than before. Seeing an oddly muscular version of Zat which made her heartstrings tug a little before she snaps out of it remembering the real him which was basically the sneaky but, cute boy from before.

Then she looks down only to a lump of flesh with a perky nipples sticking out. She was annoyed at them so she tried to push them back to the way they were before but, only to get hurt in the process making her stop in defeat. She sighs as she knew that there was something odd and it seems that they survived the whole ordeal but, somehow change as a result.

Like her front being heavier then last time. She started to examine herself through touch fiddling with her body wanting to see if she changed in other ways determining that they were no more other changes other than the darker skin she had and added fat in her front failing to see what happened to her hair. She was surprised but, she was filled with an burning desire to get rid of them before she continues.

She approached the shrine as she wanted to start the day with a prayer positioning herself to the Zat looking goblin to her sides clapping her hands together as she begins her morning prayers. “Dear Shirila, I have brought you the victory that I promised you. I hope that I have proven myself in your service and I have earned you’re favor to carry your name with me and become your loyal apostles, keeping the balance in the world and to spread your faith to the others… Also if I may ask for an favor, a tiny bit if be, I wish that you remove these things on my chest if it isn’t too much trouble, they are very heavy and useless to me.” She reports to her as she gets up.

Smiling and waving at the new goblin, before she heads to the library section to pick up a book hoping that her understanding with the language gives her a better time understanding the book.


Yep, time goes by quick.
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