Xaltwind

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Aristocracy of Noxiria: Info

General Info:

Noxiria

Name: Aristocracy of Noxiria
Type: Council-ruled Aristocracy
Region: Central Western heartlands of the main continent

Description:
Noxiria is a mysterious land, covered in deep, black forests and prone to thick fog and mist all year around. It boasts a large lake in its very center, wherein a lone, medium-sized island rests. It's on this island that the vampires decided to build their capitol, Walpurgis, and where the Council of the Great Houses convene and conduct their business. An extremely long, and ominous-looking, bridge has been bult from the mainland out over the lake and to the island, connecting the two, and thus allowing travel by foot, mount or carriage to and from the city on the water.

As you may expect from the above, Noxiria is the country of vampires, home to multiple clans and houses of the bloodsuckers. Their goverment consists of a council, made up by the heads of the nine strongest, most influential and wealthiest of the various Vampire Houses in the nation. The single most powerful house is appointed the position of 'First HOuse', and acts as the de facto governor, with veto-rights and other priveleges during votes and affairs of state. Naturally, all the other houses covet this position as well, so undermining and trying to prove the First House's ineptitude is commonplace.

Those not belonging to the nine Great Houses are simply refered to as Lesser Houses. These clans and families make up the vaast majority of the nation's vampire-population and can be found in all their settlements and doing all manner work, just like any other race. The architecture of towns and buildings are distinctly gothic in design, and the roads are well-paved with even-bricked tiles. Though, owing to the race's natural aversion to sunlight, you'd think most places were ghost towns during the day, only coming into motion and bustling once the sun has set. All races are warmly welcome to travel to and from Noxiria, however to become a citizen, one must allow themselves to become a vampire and, by extension, join one of the many houses. Non-vampires are not allowed to own property or land in the nation.

While on paper everything seems fine and dandy, Noxiria is constantly drenched in internal intrigue and political strife, due to no small part of the very nature of its people. The proud, refined and etiquette-oriented vampires are all also incredibly arrogant, scheming and vain, and amuses themselves with the games of nobiity, which is to say subterfuge, manipulation and equally shady things. This is true for even the Lesser Houses, and the mind-games and treachery can be found and enjoyed at any social level... Though each House has its own banner and mark, the flag of the unified nation is a deep, midnight blue with a royal purple 'x' running through it and a silver crescent moon in the central top part.

Backstory:
Originally, Noxiria belonged to a bunch of other races, living in fiercely territorial communities. At some point, a vampire lord showed up, and managed to infiltrate one of these settlements, convincing them that he would grant them power and the ability to overthrow the others in the region. Blinded by such promises, and the natural charisma of this handsome stranger, they accepted... And subsequently were all turned into vampires. However, another vampire lord had been tailing the first one, and saw what he had done... And thought it was a right laugh, so he did the exact same thing, but to another group.... As you can probably guess, the pattern continued, with more vampires showing up and joining in the fun, and before long, all the natives had been replaced by vampires. The irony.

Important Notes:

People of Noxiria:
- Nobody here!

Places of Noxiria:
- Nothing here!

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Molkar Alliance: Info

General Info:

Molkar

Name: Molkar
Type: Loose Alliance
Region: East South-east parts of the main continent

Description:
Calling Molkar a nation is a bit of a stretch. Rather, it's a loosely organized alliance between a number of different giant tribes. In particular, they've agreed not to violate each others' territories, hunting grounds and not steal or fight amongst themselves. Which is a good thing for everyone, because when giants fight each other, it tends to cause a disastrous amount of collateral damage to everything in the surrounding area. The country and landscape itself though, consists mostly of rocky or dry steppes, with hills and crags scattered all about. Ironically, a lot of bigger animals, like oxen and buffalo and other such animals seem to like making their home here. Which is good for the giants, since they need big animals to feed their bellies.

Molkar is also home to a lot of toehr, bigger humanoids. Such as ogres, trolls, cyclopses and the like. Smaller races also make their home here, but tend to live nomadic lifestyles, as the bigger species tend to view anything smaller than themselves as food... The giant tribes of Molkar have no capitol or named cities, prefering to live in simple villages of makeshift design with no real, permanent or important structures about. Due to their rather slow and limited intelligence, this is to be expected though. There are a lot of variety of giant-types though, and they each live in parts of Molkar that best suit their distinct needs and/or preferences.

Molkar has the most densely populated number of giants of any region in the world, as well as the largest selection of them as well. As giants are typically primitive and solely rely on feats of strength to determine their leaders, the biggest and meanest of the giants take position as tribe leaders, until they grow old and are beaten up and replaced by a younger, fitter and healthier giant. Giant camps are typically filthy and unorganized, wtih piles of trash and leftovers from their meals scattered all around. Each tribe and clan has their own, unique mark or symbol, which they typically fly on top of their tents or a makeshift flagpole to mark their claim.

However, when the giants do come together, they have a unified flag - a fully brown banner, with a black scrawling of a bearded face on it. Yup. That's their flag. As you can imagine, it takes a very strong giant to unify all the tribes and make them come together under one roof, but when it happens it's usually very bad for everyone else. Some tribes that live closer to their neighbouring nations can actually be traded or interacted with on a, at least somewhat, friendly level. But the futher into the realm you go, the more likely you are to be mistaken for a wandering snack.

Backstory:
Molkar, as a whole, has no real backstory, as it isn't technically a unified nation. Rather, it's what the giants call the region of the world, and their neighbours just adopted the name to refer to the area with all the big dudes walking around. It's said that there's a mighty citadel belonging to the cyclopses somewhere underneath Molkar though, but such a place has yet to be found by any explorers, so it's probably just a fanciful rumor~

Important Notes:

Poeple of Molkar:
- Nobody here!

Places of Molkar:
- Nothing here!

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Empire of Gromril: Info

General Info:

Gromril

Name: Gromril
Type: Empire
Region: North North-west area of the main continent

Description:
Gromril is a land of mostly mountains, hills, cliffs, valleys and, most of all, snow. The landscape is mostly a tundra, with sparse vegetation and wildlife. However, it's what goes on underneath this often frigid land that's important! This is the home of the dwarven Empire of Gromril, the place with the largest and most dense population of dwarves in all the world. Making their homes in vast, underground halls, carved from the interior of mountains and undergound caverns, this subterranean nation is quite an architectural sight to behold. Large, ornate archways, pillars and masterfully carved and chiseled structures line these bustling underground metropolises.

Not only dwarves live in Gromril, but many other dwarf or shorter-than-average humanoids as well, such as gnomes, halflings, goblins, kobolds and other similar things. Of course, other races who enjoy caves and darkness also make their homes here, like lizardmen, lamia and the like. Unlike Aulder, Gromril is far more accepting of non-dwarves - even if they still do have a superiority-complex - and welcomes all! ... As long as they work. Gromril has a strict employment and productivity doctrine, and those who don't work, are quite frankly thrown out of the nation. Due to this though, you'll never be bothered by hobos or beggars ina ny of the Empire's streets!

Naturally, the biggest industries are mining and smithing, but also engineering and tinkering. The dwarves have even managed to develop some steam-powered machinery, allowing them to have automated elevators, escalators and other useful things, like heating and powered lights. Being underground though, the air in all of Gromril's cities are rather thick, and can be a bit smelly for those with sensitive noses. Also, even with the powered lights around, it can still be a bit dark and gloomy, and people with claustrophobia often find this place oppressive and insufferable. Dwarves also have a penchant for making round doorways, which is really inconvenient for anyone taller then them, as they'll need to duck down wheenver walking through one...

The nation's capital is located under the north-most mountain of the world, and is aptly named 'Far Hall'. The nation is ruled by the dwarven Emperor, who is appointed through a majority vote in the dwarven senate. He or she then rules until their death, whereupon a new emperor is selected. The nation's flag is a two tone one, with a black left side and gold right side, with a red, triangle-like mountain in the center. This is supposedly the 'first mountain of the world', where all dwarves are said to have come from... Or so the legend goes. The dwarves may not have the largest army, but they boast of having the most skilled and most well-armed and equipped one of all the realms! Which, may in fact, actually be somewhat true.

Backstory:
Gromril was, originally, a bitterly divided land, ruled by local dwarven lords who each ruled over a family or clan and their ancestral home. However, during the last rampage of the Demon Overlord, prior to the dragons destroying the final one, the dwarven race suffered tremendous losses. In the aftermath, the surviving clans banded together, to avoid being swallowed up and killed off by neighbouring races. As such, they all gathered and worked to hollow out Far Hall, and from there, they slowly began to spread once again.

Important Notes:

People of Gromril:
- Nobody here!

Places of Gromril:
- Nothing here!

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Kingdom of Aulder: Info

General Info:

Aulder

Name: Aulder
Type: Kingdom
Region: South-west corner of the main continent

Description:
Aulder is the kingdom, and largest and most densely populated, of humans. It's a feudal monarchy with a strict, societal hierarchy, where people are born into their social class and cannot change it. The country itself is full of grassy fields, rolling hills, small rivers and green forests - very reminiscent of a certain west-european nation... Small castles and forts dot the landscape, with equally small and rural villages and hamlets. Aulder has a large army of knights, which they're very proud and boastful about, said to adhere to a very benevolent code of chivalry! ... Well, they're supposed to follow it, anyway.

Aulder is home to other races besides humans though, such as halflings, some elves and other more human-like humanoids. Sadly, the nation has a somewhat prejudiced and condescending attitude towards those who're not close to humans in appearance - even with the dragons' spell having effected so many female monsters. The country doesn't ban monsters from travelling through it, but they're typically barred from more prestigeous or important locales, services and/or places, and are often treated rudely or with disdain. Not to mention being kept under a scrutenizing watch most of the time.

Aulder has the largest population of any single race in the world, and as such, has access to the larget army. Their flag is a two-tone one, with a red bottom half, white upper half and a golden, downwards-pointing sword in the center. This sword is said to be the Sword of the Sun, a mythical relic of Aulder! ... Which they somehow lost and haven't been able to find again... The Aulderites don't like to talk about it... They worship their own, made-up pantheon of gods and goddesses and practice mandatory church and temple-visits once a week for the entire population, or well, at least for full-on citizens.

It's capitol is named Grandstad, and is built on either bank of a large river, with many bridges crossing over from one side to the other. This is where the royal palace, grand cathedral and other important buildings and people are located. It's the largest city in all of Aulder. Buildings are mostly made out of stone bricks with tiled roofs and the streets are paved with cobblestone.

Backstory:
Aulder was founded early on, back when the God-type being was still around, in the world. Back then, the God-type being would often choose humans as their champion to vanquish the Demon Overlord, because humans were easy to manipulate, thanks to their ego and belief in their own racial superiority. Because of this, Aulder back in that time was atheocracy, controlled by a religious cult that were fantically loyal to their God. Once the God-type being vanished however, there was a period of brief, internal warfare, whwre two factions fought over control of the nation. In the end, the group that triumphed belonged to one who would later style himself the new King of Aulder, and became the progenitor of the nation's royal family. This man also set in motion to remove all traces of the old theocratic rule, making it seem like - historically - the nation had been founded by him.

Important Notes:

People of Aulder:
- Nobody here!

Places of Aulder:
- Nothing here!

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~ Guild of Renta-Experts ~

Story & Setting:

Backstory:

Once, there was a God-type being, who loved to create and make things. They made a fantastic world, filled with wonders and magic, populated by all manner of beings from the very tiniest to behemothically humongous. All was well and good, and the God-type being was pleased... Until they weren't. You see, when you create a finite area, you eventually run out of space to put new stuff in. Also, sometimes, things don't turn out the way you want or intend them too, and you're stuck with something you didn't expect - or want. Such was the case with almighty, all-creative God-type being, and this infuriated them.

To alleviate this issue, they created a being that they would later name Demon Overlord, a creature of immense power and strength, given a single directive: To wipe out anything and everything it came across. You could think of it as the God-type being's eraser or bleach or something similar. Needless to say, the Demon Overlord wrecked havoc on the world and made sure to end many things, both flora, fauna and just plain geographic locations. When sufficient space had been cleared and room made for new designs and plans, the God-type being blessed a chosen favorite of their current creations to stop the Demon Overlord.

And stop it they did! Which was great! Now everyone and everything - that was still alive, at least - were saved! However, the God-type being soon realized that if they just went ahead and started plopping down new things and creations once again, they'd soon run into the same issue of using up all available space. Thus, they devised a clever idea. Once the Demon Overlord was vanquished, the chosen hero would claum the crystalized heart of the malevolent destroyer... Only to be trapped in a crysalis-prison, where-whithin they would, over the next couple of centuries, slowly metamorph into the Demon Overlord themselves! Once this transformation completed, the evil exterminator would break free and ravage the world once again!

... Naturally, the God-type being left this detail out to any chosen Hero, and those who survived the battle between the chosen and the destroyer would simply assume that the titanic clash claimed the lives of both parties. A valiant sacrifice made for the good of all things, indeed! ... Well, that is until the God-type being created a particular species in their world, which they named dragons. Dragons were smart and clever, as well as powerful and strong... And they saw through the lazy, good-for-nothing God-type's design, and wanted no part of a repeating, endless cycle.

As such, they themselves banded together when the Demon Overlord awoke, and not only managed to destroy it, but also destroyed the crystalline trap that was meant to be the catalyst for the next Demon Overlord. Outraged, the God-type being desperately attempted to create a new Demon Overlord, like they had done the first time, but this second original work was made in haste and was, as such, full of flaws and unintended properties that, ironically, led to the God-type being becoming sealed out of their own creation, rendered unable to interact or otherwise influence the fantastic little world they had so long used as their canvas and toy-box.

Freed from the repetitive cycle of near-total extinction and miraculous repopulation, the fantastic world was now liberated and allowed to continue and progress on a path of its own choosing! ... Which unfortunately meant a lot of different critters deciding that certain things and places rightfully belonged to them, and that anyone who disagreed needed to be properly pounded into the ground...

To mitigate some of these hostilities and disagreements, the wise dragons came up with a brilliant idea. They would use their vast powers of magic and ... dragon... stuff... To cast a massive spell! This spell would, in theory, cause all of the world's various beings to more or less transform into a similar-ish humanoid form, allowing everyone to look - at least somewhat - more alike, and thus decrease prejudice! ... Well, the spell worked, sort of... It at least worked on all the female denizens of the world... The guys on the other hand, not so lucky... But why did this happen? The sagacious and powerful dragons declared..! ... Nothing. They kinda went into hiding and haven't been seen since this happened... It's understandable, of course, a lot of people had a lot of choice words they wanted to exchange with the overgrown lizards after the stunt they pulled...

Premise:

It's now a buncha centuries after all of the above's transpired. Stuff's been forgotten and turned into legend, myth or been completely lost to the wheel of time. People, creatures, nations and civilizations have risen and fallen, spread and dwindled, all in accordance with the new order of a free, unshackled future where things can go in any which way. During this time, a select few races and places have managed to cement themselves as permanent constants in the world, and have through sheer tenacity, guile and/or force, managed to remain as a cornerstone and notable piece of the world.

These would be the four great nations, each belonging to a different dominant race. The first being the human kingdom of Aulder, a feudal lan of knights and chivalry and ... knights! The second place being the dwarven nation of Gromril, a place where mighty warriors, unpeered blacksmiths and insatiable drunks make their home! Third is the towering land of the giants, Molkar, where the lumbering, gargantuan and somewhat slow-witted titans of tremendously tall statures make their home. Finally, there's the night-loving nation of the vampires, Noxiria, where houses and clans of self-styled aristocratic hemophiles that cannot stand sunlight make their home.

Inbetween these four greater powers of the world, there are many smaller and lesser factions who rise, grow, fall and ultimately vanish. Sometimes the four major players take note of such lesser groups, and either choose to help or hinder, depending on what's most beneficial to them. Withe their superior numbers and strength, assets and riches, its safe to say that the realms of Aulder, Gromril, Molkar and Noxiria are the ones who govern and shape the future of the world at this point. A lot like a certain someone did oh-so-long-ago...

And wouldn't you know it? That fact doesn't sit quite right with a certain individual. Someone who made sure that the world they themselves, and everyone else, was a part of, would be free from oppressive and predetermined avenues for the future. Thus, this individual took action, and set to work to put a plan into motion; Rather then allow these four powerhouses to monopolize who got to grow and expand, they intended to give everyone a chance, and create a means with which to allow that to happen.

To that end, they created an organization that they named the Guild of Renta-Experts, or just G.O.R.E for short. But what was the purpose of this unfortunately named group? To lend aid and help resolve issues for the various lesser powers, factions and groups of the world. Be that safeguarding a caravan of merchants who travelled bandit-laiden roads, sneaking into a long-forgotten ruin and wresting antique treasures from the skittering legs of giant spiders, or just hunting down bums who were late with their payment to loansharks and/or legitimate banks. These all-purpose, general-task oriented and thrill-seeking go-getters were recruited under the flag of G.O.R.E and sent all across the world, to set up their various camps and/or halls and take on the many, many requests of the masses!

... As long as they were girls. The G.O.R.E members that is. Yup. No dudes allowed. Apparently the founder had a very strict sense of aesthetics...

Plot:

Hey-ho, hey-ho, it's off adventurin' we go! ... As monster girls. Yup. That's the whole deal. You play as a cute, sexy or otherwise female monster-type person, who for one reason or another, decided to join the ranks of G.O.R.E and become a Renta-Expert (aka, Hireling, Adventurer, Mercenary, Goon-for-Hire, Sellsword and/or Paid Thug). In your journeys, you will be partnered with other monster girls, and together you will go on many - or few - adventures together! These can range from your traditional dungeon-crawls, to exploring and searching for lost artefacts, to slaying bothersome and undesirables, or cooking food for the elderly. No quest is too small, no task too big! The members of G.O.R.E will accept all pleas, and do their bestest to see them fulfilled!

But y'know, those rumors about them walking skeletons and risen, half-decomposed corpses that shamble around in dark places and are said to be gathering at various places along the world are kinda disturbing... Might wanna look into that at some point, just to make sure nothing dangerous is going on. If we got the time, that is.

So, prepare yourself for a story, where none of the protagonists are human (or a dude), that will take you for a wild ride, on the wild side! Or something like that.

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Templates & Info:

CS Template for Player Characters

Character Sheet Template:

Name:
Age: (Mostly cosmetic)
Gender: Female (You have no choice!)
Species: (Please specify both main and sub-species, if applicable)

Appearance: (Please put into a hider)

Height:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Three Sizes: _{Not mandatory}

Personality:

Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies: _{Not mandatory}

Background:

Dream/Goal: (Reason for joining G.O.R.E and what they desire to achieve by doing so, can be anything really)

~ Parameters & Stuff ~

Racial Abilities: (Please use a LIST to specify any innate racial mbilities, affinities, resistances or weaknesses you may have. Such as the example below;)

• Darkvision: Can see just as well in the dark as in brightly lit places.
• Garlic Allergy: Reacts to the scent, taste and/or feel of garlic with violent coughing and gagging. Becomes weakned by it.

Statistics: (Stats range from 1-100. The higher the number, the better that stat is. STR is for physical stuff, DEX is for agility and finesse, VIT is endurance and stamina, MND is for magic and magic resist, INT is for how smart and stuff you are, LCK is for how (un)luckt you are)

• STR: 1-100
• DEX: 1-100
• VIT: 1-100
• MND: 1-100
• INT: 1-100
• LCK: 1-100

Spells & Specials: (List any and all spells, special moves or other passive/active effects that belong to you, as an individual, rather than your race. If you're in possession of very many such skills, please put them in a hider. See examples below for examples:)

• Tornado Drill-Kick: Jumps into the air and performs a spinning, vertically descending drill-like kick. (Active, Physical)
• Fermenting Fumes: Due to having a very active stomach, can expel... gas... from... y'know... To temporarily stun or daze enemies at very close range. (Active, Physical)

Equipment: (List any and all equipment and items your character carries with them. This includes clothes and the like. Items and possessions not listed here will NOT be considered to be on your person)

CS Template for NPCs

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:

Appearance:

Role: (What is this NPC's purpose? A quest-giver? A boss-type enemy? A completely random bystander?)
Location: (Where are they located? In a town? A solitary hut? Underground caves?
Faction: (Which group or what allegiance does the NPC work for/with, if any?)
Disposition: (Their feelings towards the main cast, can range from 'Worships the ground they walk on' to 'Hates with a burning, unyielding passion')

Personality:

Background: (Very brief and concise, please)

Locations & Places Template:

Name:
Type: (Town, building, cave, forest, river?)
Region: (North, west, east, south? Aulder? Molkar? Specify where the Point of Interest is found)

Description:

Important Notes:

Main Cast:

• Brandy Vanillarin (Xaltwind)
• Alice Keller (The Irish Tree)

Supporting Cast:

• Nimerescha Bavaloure
• Karin Mofumofu

The World:

• Kingdom of Aulder
• Empire of Gromril
• Molkar Alliance
• Aristocracy of Noxiria
• Guild of Renta-Experts

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Useful Links & Tools:

• Feet and Inches to Centimeters conversion-table

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Druid Girl nodded as Steppe Archer accepted the task she'd been requested to do. She then perked up as Big Red rumbled his musings about herbs not being able to cure a dislocated foot. True enough, there wasn't a plant on the planet that could pop your joints back into place by merely being applied, but then again a dislocated foot couldn't kill you, unlike a still-bleeding or open wound which could get infected. The caramel-skinned girl decided not to say anything about that topic though, no need to go into semantics when the big fella was just trying to be helpful... In his own, awkward way...

She made a slight grimace when the reptilian man, rather brusquely, popped the goblin victim's foot back into place. The red-head herself made a quick, nasaly whine and blinked just as the sensation of pain coursed through her body, but other than that she made no discenrable or noteworthy sounds or movements that would indicate that she'd been much afflicted by the sudden treatment... Which was just depressing. Druid Girl gently stroked the poor thing's forehead in a vain attempt to comfort her. She didn't much care for the choice words that Big Red had used about him not liking to waste things...

"Helping someone is never wasteful." The druid state rather quickly after the lizard had spoken, and rather curtly. It was rather obvious that her kindness didn't agree with pragmatism or cold logic.

Still, she was gracious enough to thank the lizardman for giving up his potion, and she wasted little time administering it. After that, she told Big Red to be careful before he went back into the cave to retrieve the other bodies. Not that there was likely anything inside left that could actually hurt the behemoth, but it never hurt to wish someone well, and to remind them to be careful, no matter how big and broad their shoulders were.

Soon enough, the nomad returned triumphantly, brandishing the bounty which she had collected. Druid Girl smiled warmly as she took the plucked plants.

"These will do fine, thank you." She said, setting to work almost at once. She would strip the small saw-toothed leaves from the stems and then, using the very tip of her sickle, would cut into the plant's side, causing a small, translucent but still misty liquid to seep out.

She began to gently rub this syrup-y goo onto the places and injuries which their potions hadn't been able to fully close or heal. The dark skinned girl worked fast and efficently, but still managed to be both gentle and firm at the same time. Of course, her teacher would've been much better and done a far better job, not having wasted any of the flowers, but with what they had, the girl did just fine. When she was finally done, and all the wounds had been sutiably smeared, the raven-haired girl let out a sigh of relief, apparently having been holding her breath while she'd been working. With a soft smile she looked over at Steppe Archer.

"Good work, this'll really help her body recover, and I couldn't have done it without your help." She said, looking back to the poor girl on the dirt ground infront of her and gently stroking her forehead again. "Once Big Red gets back with... The other two... Do you think you could help him set up the pyre too? I want to stay and keep an eye on her." She paused. "And the sooner we send the others off, the quicker we can get back and ask that man if we can borrow his barn for the rest of the night." She added, furrowing her brow at the mention of the farmer. It wasn't like her to be angry at someone this long, but that man had just ruffled her feathers.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The thought of going back to that man and his farm didn't exactly excite Druid Girl. She had not found the farmer partcularly pleasant nor accomodating during their trip with him, but now wasn't the time to bring up and argue petty matters like personal dislikes. Sleeping in a barn was probably safer than sleeping outdoors, close to a former goblin nest... Though one was far more susceptible to burning than the other...

Suddenly however, a piece of fabric came flying through the air and landed over Druid Girl's head. A short-lived moment of panic and confusion entailed, before the girl calmed down at hearing her nomad friend's words. Realizing her allies might not be too fond of one of their own struttijng around in her underwear, the Druid took the hint and slipped the horse-smelling dress on... Well, as best she could anyway, truth be told it was a bit snug and very tight over the chest... But she decided not to mention this, as she didn't want to seem ungrateful when a kind gesure was shown.

The trek back through the cave and up to the outside was uneventful and solemn. The druid wanted to have helped pull one of the dead along with them, but honestly, pulling a fully limp body was a lot harder and more weighty then one might actually imagine. Loathe as she was to admit it, it'd probably just be faster if Big Red went back inside and nabbed the remaining deceased by himself, rather than she and Steppe Archer trying to pull or carry one each. The outside was, as one could imagine, dark and foreboding. A few stars dotted the sky, but the moons hadn't quite xlimbed too high as of yet. The dead goblins were all still there, near the entrance, lying in puddles of their own blood. It seemed nobody had come to disturb things while they were down in the tunnels, which was a relief.

Making a clicking noise with her tongue, the little pixie came rushing over to the druid's side, circiling over her head a few times before landing in the girl's palm. Druid Girl said something quietly and the pixie saluted, taking off at high speed towards the treeline. Following not far behind, the druid began to gather and pick up dried branches and sticks, along with a few rocks and stones. She returned soon to the area just outside the cave's mouth, and set to work building a samll campfire, using one of the daggers she had grabbed before leaving the cave to make sparks. Once the fire was lit, she lay the remaining weapons - the hatchets and two knives, down on the ground and walked over to Big Red.

"Put her down over there, on the patch of dry dirt near the fire. I'll look after her while you go get the others." She said, looking over the brutalized red-haired girl in the lizard's arms. She then turned to Steppe Archer. "Hey, could you do me a favor? Can you go with the pixie and look for some Pipini Herbs? The milk from their stems and their leaves can be used to heal wounds." The carammel-skinned girl requested, not before adding a description of the flower, of course.

Apparently, Pipini herb was a sort of flower that grew near large rocks or boulders, with jagged-edged saw-like leaves and two small, red flowers at the very top. They could be found in almost any forest all throughout spring and summer. It was also one of the ingredients used in low-level healing potions... Of course, Druid Girl wasn't an alchemist, so her brewing some kind of recovery elixir was out of the question, but she could at least use the plant for some first aid.

"Oh, and there's no need to rip up your dress." She added before long. "Her wounds aren't bleeding bad enough and, well, I'd need a pot to boil the strips of cloth in to make them safe for wound-covering anyway." The girl explained. After all, using non-disinfected rags as bandages were just as likely to cause further issues as they were to actually doa ny good.

The little pixie zipped on over and spiralled around the nomad excitedly, landing on the lion-maned girl's shoulder and waving its arms energetically, apparently ready to go whenever.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

As soon as the lizardman had cut the girl down, and promptly cradled her in his arms like a princess, Druid Girl was right next to them. Wasting no time, she uncorked the bitter-tasting, gag-inducing potion and with a firm, but careful, series of motions, began to pour the liquid into the ravished goblin-victim's mouth. The poor girl didn't even seem to notice that something was entering her mouth, making only reflexive gurgles and choke-noises as the concotion trickled down into he throat. Once she had administered Steppe Archer's potion, she quickly reached down into her own pouch and withdrew her own, repeating the process a second time.

The potions worked as potions do, right before their eyes the smaller cuts and bruises began to fade away like stains on white fabric that was slathered with bleach. However, potions of this lower quality could do nothing to restore the girl's dislocated foot, nor get rid of the deeper puncturings and scratches across her body. Speaking of her body, she was still naked. And in Lizard Fighter's arms... While the druid had no desire to view her companion as the type to take advantage of the situation, she still felt uneasy about a man (or in this case, male) hauling around a pretty and naked girl. This probably stemmed from her upbringing, where boys and girls only really interacted - as adolscents - if they were going to tie the knot, or were family. Carelessly and nonchalantly engaging the other sex was a sure-fire way to get a bad rep AND bring gossip and judgy glances down upon your family...

As such!

The caramel-skinned girl wasted no time in unhooking the belt that kept her slit, pelvic curtaining skirt up. With a sweeping move, she cast the fabric like a blanket up and over the girl, covering the poor lass' at least enough to keep prying eyes off of her crotch and chest-area... The only issue now was that Druid Girl was walking around with just her top-clothes and her underwear on full display...

They're white, by thr way.

Apparently she didn't seem too bothered by this though. Her own modesty seemed far less important than that of a complete stranger, or perhaps she was just too focused on the battered and beaten girl to fully realize what she was doing or how it might make her look...

Still, hearing the archer's words of comfort to the girl brought a frown to her own face. There was no way this girl was going to ever be 'fine' again. There was no way anyone could amke this 'alright' or 'better'. She couldn't even imagine what this poor girl had gone through, and frankly, she didn't want to either. It was far too unspeakable and far too horrible, the mere thought sent shivers and goosebums all throughout Druid Girl's body. Goblins were... They were just beyond vile. Surely, nature had no place for such dastardly and truly evil beings?

"It'll be dark when we get back outside, y'know?" She finally said, as they walked back out of the cavern and got to the spot with the shoddy log-ladder.

At this point, the little fairy seemed to have heard Big Red's words, and zipped on up ahead and away, leaving the group with only Steppe Archer as their torch-carrier. Well, at least until Druid Girl snapped out of her funk and took one for herself. That'd have to wait though, as now it was time for the climb out of the 'pitfall'. Climbing down had been a tremendous ordeal, complete with a butt-landing and bruising. The nature-mage didn't enjoy the prospect of trying to use this crappy thing to get back up, but she really didn't have much choice. Once Big Red and the girl were up and out, she'd probably settle for climbing up last, as she didn't enjoy the prospect of someone staring up at her near-naked ass from below, even if it was just the nomad-girl... No need to see that up close!

"Should we make camp at the cave entrance if nothing shows up? I'd like to get her, the girl I mean, back to town as soon as possible..." She bit her lower lip for a short while before going on. "But wandering around at night, in the dark, is just asking for trouble. There might be other goblins, or worse, lurking around out there at this time at night. Plus, the gates into town would be shut and locked by now..."

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Druid Girl eventually broke away from staring at the battered, naked and dangling red head, taking note of her cimpanions' words and intentions. Taking the small flask from Steppe Archer, the dark-haired girl looked at the tiny bottle with the strange liquid inside it. Even if she had this little piece of foul-tasting instant treatment, there was no way she was going to be able to give it to the hardly-breathing goblin-victim until Big Red cut her down. Druid Girl wasn't tall enough, not even when standing on her tippy-toes, to reach the dangling girl's mouth with the flask. A fact that made the caramel-skinned girl feel even worse about having to wait to provide help to someone who was so clearly in undescribable pain.

Steppe Archer and Lizard Fighter would however find tha their investigation would be completely and utterly fruitless. The walls of the chamber were solid and there were no pitfalls, hidden doros or covered crevices for any further goblin ambushes. The ground didn't lend itself to digging, and the solid stone walls would have required tools like pickaxes or other mining equipment to get you anywhere. It didn't seem like the goblins had ever expected anyone to find this room, and if everyone had been as unobservant as the lizardman, they may have very well been right to assume such. Still, the only thing sapart from the two mauled girls present, were the knocked over chair and the battered crate. Otherwise, the area was void of anything intersting or meaningful.

"H-hey... If you're done looking around, can we cut her down now? Letting her hang like this can't good for her." The druid voice her opinion and concern, looking back over her shoulder at the two other adventurers.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

At Big Red's comment about the door being a pull-y, rather than a push-y, Druid Girl just folded her arms and turned her face sideways, cheeks slightly tinged red.

"It's not like there's a handle..." She muttered quietly.

The reptilian man would manage to pull the 'door' open, although it was more accurate to call it a makeshift barricade than an actual door. The wooden planks slid across a muddy, soppy floor and, due to Big Red's rather careless and rough approach to the whole thing, the 'door' broke somewhat... Not that it really mattered, as the damn thing couldn't even be used for kindling anymore. Steppe Archer piped up next, stating that she'd go first to scout and disarm any potential traps. Although the druid understood that the savvy nomad had experience with such things, she still felt a bit anxious about letting her companion who got her leg hurt mere minutes ago go on ahead... But she decided to not protest.

After the huntress entered, the little pixie on Druid Girl's shoulder decided to take flight, leaping off the caramel skinned girl's shoulder and zipping into the dark chamber beyond. It seeemed this particular little fairy was either very brave, very restless or very fond of Steppe Archer. Regardless of the reason, Druid Girl poked her head in a bit afterwards, looking around the place while her tiny friend fluttered and floated about, shedding dim light everywhere it went.

To sum it all up, this chamber was far smaller than the one with all the hay that they had been in previously. The ceiling was also considerably lower - though still high enough for Big Red to stand fully upright. The ground was a mess of gravel, mud, packed dirt and stone, littered with the bones of small animals, tufts of fur and other useless rubbish and filth. In the dead center of the area was, strangely, a knocked over old chair... Perhaps something the goblins had stolen from the farm? Other then that, there seemed to be some sort of large, half-decomposed crate at the opposite end of the entrance from them and...

... Then, there were were the two obviously eye-catching and immediate attention-grabbers. On the right side, lying sprawled on the ground in an unceremonious and humiliating display, was a young padfoot girl. She had brown hair and sported both dog-like ears and a tail... Though the tail had suffered from having the fur pulled or torn off, and one half of one of her ears was missing, either cut or bitten off it seemed. In addition, the poor lass was covered in cuts, bruises, scratches, bite-marks and had splotches of some vile, goopy substance on various bits of her body. Her face was contorted into a horrible, frozen state of fear, pain and anguish.

However, it was the second girl, the one that Steppe Archer called out as being still alive, that garneered the full and complete investment of the druid. Rushing into the room without a secohnd glance or thought, she joined her archer-friend next to the poor thing.

The girl was, just like the two below her, a human girl. Roughly the same age as both as them as well. She had dark red hair, reaching down to her below her neck and green, glzed-over eyes. Like the padfoot on the opposite end of the roon, she was covered in small injuries, including having blood trickle from both nostrils and the corners of her mouth. She dangled, helplessly, from a rope that had been tied around her wrists and then attached to the rocky ceiling... Although how the goblins had managed such a feat was beyond comprehension, but now was not the time for such trifling details.

The poor girl was making strange, unpleasant noises, and it didn't seem like she even registered that the trio oi adventurers were present. She stared, vacantly, into nothingness, taking ragged, hoarse breaths and making weird, choking-like sounds, a mix of clucking and gagging, perhaps? Like the dead padfoot, she too had blotches and marks of some... Goo... On her, though far more prevalent than the other girl.

The druid stood horrified and disgusted. She could feel bile race up into her throat, but she somehow managed to force it back down. This... This was just too awful. What kind of monsters could do something like this? The girl's foot was dislocated and she looked like she'd been tortured and tormented for weeks, yet in reality it hadn't been more than a few days at most. What's worse was that she couldn't do anything to help! She couldn't reach the rope to cut the girl down, nor could she cast any of her magic to try and heal or soothe her wounds.

The little fairy buzzed over, noticing the commotion, and began to spiral and circle the poor, hanging red-head, casting light that only showed off more hideous and unpleasant injuries and signs of torment.

But what could they do? They could have Big Red take her down, but then what? There was no clean or comfprtable place to let her rest. They had no transport, so Big Red would - if they decided to bring her along - have to carry her all the way back to Palisade Town, which was hours away, and plus it was the dead of night by now! The situation felt so miserable and dismal that the Druid Girl's eyes watered a bit. This poor soul had suffered something unspeakable, and there was nothing she could do, nothing at all.

She could only wait for Big Red to get her down from that humiliating and cruel position, so that she could at least try and cover the girl up with something, and maybe look over her wounds... Or... Something!