Dar liked Akta, she was much like her teacher; knowledgeable & straight to the point. He queries were answered immediately with a quest to prove her worthiness & also foraging for the essentials. Once she had understood what Black Cohooshes & Embereyes were, she recalled her first hunt with Brix the handsome & how he had shared similar spoils with her. She'd ask him when she gets the chance who knows where he was currently busy in.
She bowed slightly to take her leave from the lovely sage & after pestering one of her apprentices on learning the method of harvesting the cohoosh she set out for the Red Forge. She greeted Mocharr who was already there, after planting a kiss on her cheek & thanking her for acquainting Akta-san to Dar, she went inside to get her gear that she had kept in the spare room.
With one of the skinning knives that she had crafted & Mocharr's gift she put on the medium armor & got ready for the task that Akta had assigned her. She needed to get the ingredients first, the blessed wood can wait. Coming out of the room & thanking Mocharr again, she went on ahead for another field day.
She swiftly rounded the edge of the cave & jumped into the water to quickly cross to the other side & then slide quickly to the forest outside. Crouching & being vigilant she proceeded on alone into the woods to the west. She was carefully concentrating on her sense of smell & a sharp lookout for webs. Since a sweet smell may point her towards her task for today.
Spoiler
- Picture/Discription - A dirty brown mop for hair, two dissimilar cannines, unnatural turquoise eyes and only the left eyebrow, Dar looks like that she came out too early, even for a Goblin but her physique is nothing that would hint at premature birth. She just looks a bit tougher than others or maybe that's just her look.
Recently, she has experienced a growth spurt like her goblin brethren, making her claws sharper & longer. Her hair are shoulder length now & her physique has become more muscled.
- Name - Dar
- Personality - Observant and Loyal
- Gender - Female
- Relationships -
Brix the Handsome - Dar is a big fan of the ashen one, his gait, his eyes and his charisma draws her like a moth to flame.
Frisk the Curious - Frst disciple of the stoic and Knowledgeable 'The Rock', Dar is unaware herself but she has the hots for him.
The Rock - The intensely deep and stoic Master of Frisk, Dar hopes that he'd be forthcoming in his teachings to her as well.
Mocharr the White Orc Weaponsmith - Teacher & life guide.
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
+ Precocious (Max level, Passive)
+ Athletics
+ Fight
+ Brawling
+ Notice
Current Health: 7
Current Damage: 4
Inventory
+ 1 Embereyes
+ Bone Knife
+ 489 Gold
+ Femur Warhammer (Heavy)
+ Leather Armor (Medium)
Edited by Malevolent Reverie, 07 May 2017 - 10:40 AM.
It seemed like the great powers that be was having its fun with her now. How so? Well, instead of Diaper being the one to go down, it was Broom instead. Well, he wasn't dead yet, but if let untreated, he definitely was going to die. She had no plans of turning back and delay her progress further just so one dumb goblin can live a little bit longer. He could still be of use to her, instead of Diaper, the planned offering to the giant spider, Broom's now the chosen one. What great honor that the ugly dumb goblin has in offering himself (non-voluntarily) so Rend could live longer, huh?
In any case, like most goblins, Broom is one of those idiots that think they'll be fine as long as they punch or stab something, so it won't take much effort to convince him to press on. He'll surely die next time, that's a definite fact, he might even be more useful in his dying moments then Dong was. Like seriously, all that effort in chopping up his dead body and it turned out she didn't even need to use it. Sheesh. Anyways, with those strange orb things dead, the black cohosh was now hers. Rend was quite pleased, not only did she get the Black Cohosh but she managed to collect quite a haul from the monsters fought so far.
Luckily, like typical males or just like typical idiots, they thought all of it was trash and no value, meaning it made it all the easier for her. If they thought otherwise, she'd have just killed them and taken the items outright but now that isn't even needed anymore. After carefully collecting the roots, she placed the roots in her backpack and moved to collect the remaining meat. Rend easily convinced Broom that the more he ate, the sooner he'll get better, which didn't much given that he's an idiot. He wasn't going to get better and it wasn't going to change his fate but it made things easier to press on.
While the others ate, Rend took the time to use one of the Horned Rabbit pelts to make another makeshift bag. After all, with the haul they picked up, they would need more room to carry it all. The more they had, the more she'd be able to make off of it. When they finished eating, she place all the medium animal bones (Skulls, horns, leg bones and spines) into the new bag (putting the rest of the items in her own bag) and told Diaper to carry it (since Broom was going to die and all). With that done, they turned and started heading west to start looking for the embereyes.
Rend had Broom lead them in the front so that Diaper wouldn't be able to figure out he wasn't doing so well. Diaper was an idiot but even an idiot would be able to tell somethings wrong after enough time. Also, with Broom in front of her, she'll be able to be in position send him flying with a kick should the spider or any dangerous foe appears.
OOC:
Spoiler
Post Summary: Collected the target Black Cohosh roots and the loot from the battles of the day so far. She also made a new backpack from one of the horned rabbit hides and Gave Broom his last meal.
Name: Rend
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Despite being female, she stands as the tallest of her generation of goblins. Her eyes are darker then the night coupled with dark green skin and a mess of bloody-crimson like hair that tends to hide her eyes.
Personality: Cold and calculating. She's a goblin that prefers to remain silent, however, when she does choose to speak, it's when she deems it necessary or to make light of someone for entertainment purposes and it's usually well thought out. She's also the type that won't help or do anything for others unless it benefits her in some way and has no qualms about betraying someone, especially her own kind, if it serves her own purposes. Has a mercenary way about things, her loyalty can be bought. Her silence also protects her true intentions.
Relationships:
None, her only 'meaningful' relationships are when doing 'business'.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Dar (Day 3): First Encounter The forest was alive with life and magic today: butterflies sparkled through the air on glittering wings, leaving behind glowing trails while multicolored plants sang and danced almost as if alive all around Dar. Spending a second night in Akta's temple had opened her eyes to the hidden magic flowing through the world, and once again she was seeing old things with new eyes. Ahead of her was a winding path filled with familiar beasts and old dangers. Beyond those she saw the massive trees where the giant spiders made their homes. But to get to there, she first had to deal with her familiar foes: the horned rabbits.
OOC: There's no way for Dar to get around the small horned rabbit colony, so instead she'll have to go through them. The colony is split into three groups of 3-, 5- and 4 horned rabbits. The layout is yours to describe and imagine.
Edit: Dar won't rank-up until she kills her first giant spider. And I'll give her one spell when she does. You can pick the spell, or I can pick it for you. The loot will be determined once the encounter is over. Since I'm speeding things along, the horned rabbits will have less health and do less damage.
Dar: 7 HP, 4 DMG Horned Rabbits: 1 HP, 1 DMG
Rend (Day 2): Second Encounter Sylise was once a thriving human settlement, before the goblins attacked and destroyed it. Their main export was the spider silk gathered from the giant spiders living deeper in the heavily forested woodland. And while the humans were now gone, Rend and her minions still needed to show the proper respect to the village's newest residents: the Brownies.
Brownies are a subspecies of trolls, shaped like adult goblins but with a disproportionately large head with an even bigger mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth. Brownies are carnivorous and are not afraid to attack larger creatures, such as humans and ranked-up goblins. Like all trolls, the bite of a brownie carries diseases. Unlike trolls, brownies are resistant to all manners of poison. Brownies attempt to lure their prey in by acting innocent and harmless, holding their hands together and folding their large ears downward while keeping their mouths closed and emitting soft, cute noises.
Such was the case when Rend and her team entered the old settlement and began searching the destroyed buildings for embereyes. They were not too far into their search when they heard what sounded like a child crying. Moving over to investigate, they found a lone brownie and tried to kill it quickly. But instead of dying to their surprise attack, the creature threw it's head back, revealing it's huge maw with two rows of seemingly endless teeth and letting loose a howl that was soon echoed by many others. The brownie then turned and bit off the head of one of Rend's minions, killing it instantly.
OOC: You can pick which goblin just died.
Rend: 6 HP, 4 DMG Brownie: 4/8 HP, 3 DMG
Rend's Loot (from the Fae Lights): - 6x Small Venom Sacs - 5x Globs of Glittering Goop - 10x Black Cohoshes - 50 Gold Pieces
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
With a flash of light Frisk felt his face hit the ground. He was surprised to find that he was somehow face first in some deep and lush grass, and not the dirty tavern floor he had expected. It seemed his friend had done something very strange. He scrambled to his feet and took a look around, eyes wide in awe. He was outside! Out in an orchard with all sorts of trees. They were amazing. All shapes and sizes of trees. Some, towering up above in the far distance, would have reached to the top of the cave and then some. Other trees were small enough, with tiny colourful versions of regular fruits, that he could put the entire tree in his mouth if he were so inclined. Frisk, of course, was inclined towards doing such a thing. He ate a fist full of apple trees.
Picking a tree trunk from his teeth Frisk continued to explore this wondrous new place. He saw splashes of colour all over the place, almost as if some mad painter had taken it upon themselves to paint the entire world and hadn't been able to decide where to start, or what sort of theme they wished to go for. There was a bright and beautiful little pond that should have been the nicest place Frisk had ever seen, except it was all black and white with ominous splashes of red on the ground. He chose not to go there.
A vibrant green hill nearby had a long yellow-gold streak tapering to the tip and over into the unknown world, looking almost like a path of some kind. Or a road. A yellow road? Strange. Frisk chose not to follow it and instead got down to the important business of happily imitating a fluffy, poofy, wispy, frog-like creature as it hopped around a field of gigantic sparkling diamond dandelions. He bounded around, leaping up to try and catch a mouthful of those sparkly orb-like plant heads but fell inevitably short. Eventually he got tired of it and ate the candyfloss frog instead. It tasted of dust, trapped in a midday sunbeam, and betrayal.
Full of new tastes, and tired from his exertions, Frisk set about looking for a nice place to take a nap. He eventually stumbled upon a hole in the ground, literally, and decided it was as good a spot as any. He hopped on down and scraped a little gold and pink top-soil over himself as a blanket. One quick experiment later and he discovered that the soil tasted the same here. That was a shame. But other than that Frisk was happy with this new world. He lay on his back, closed his eyes, and simply listened to the whispering winds that drifted out of the ground around him. They were cool and refreshing. "Sleep, traveller." They seemed to say. "It's okay, we'll keep you safe." They promised, and they had no reason to lie. Frisk kept his eyes closed and tried to sleep.
Pin Jackel
Spoiler
Name: Frisk
Gender: Male
Appearance: Frisk's skin colour is a deep slate-green, with a slight tinge of blue. Not quite Teal, but on it's way. It's also incredibly consistent in colour tone, small scars all over his body are the only breaks from keeping his skin one mass of the same smooth colour. His eyes are a bright orange with flecks of yellow, which contrasts against his skin quite radically, making his eyes stand out like a candle in a the darkness. His ears are a little larger than your average goblins, with pointed tips. Personality: The thing that defines Frisk is his senses. His senses are highly-tuned. This both annoys and pleases Frisk, because he loves food as a result of it. There's a whole world of eatable things out there and Frisk wants to find the best of the best, and then enjoy it more thoroughly than some could imagine. Sadly that means he has to suffer worse than most when it comes to eating bad food too. His delicate tongue savouring every last bit of that horrible slug-beetle and it's eggs. When he's not being led around by his senses, Frisk is being led by instinct and emotion. Rarely does he contemplate his actions, or the potential consequences, instead he simply does his actions, and then does more things afterwards for good measure. Making him fairly unpredictable. He loves to fight, eat and attempt new ways of making food tastier. Often he attempts this by fighting the food before he eats it. Combining his two favorite things, fighting and eating. He hasn't noticed much of a change in taste, except for that one time his food fell into a puddle of... something, as a result of the battle. That made it much worse. Much worse. Relationships:
The Rock - Frisk has brought his might mentor with him as he seeks out a new home.
Lulu - Fellow survivor of The Hoppy Legs of Doom.
Fluffy - One day Frisk will eat him. It is known.
Akta - Tall medusa lady. Is is kinda cool and kinda green, just like Frisk. Maybe that means he should eat her one day? Maybe.
Nice Unnamed Goblin - Not a Goblin anymore! Wow! Friendly older Goblin became big and cool! The Rock is impressed.
King? - Friendly, older, not-a-goblin-anymore said the cool room was King's room. Frisk killed a monster that was waiting in their room for them, so he hopes that one day he can get some nice food as a reward!
Inventory: Half-length Horned Rabbit Horn. Horned Rabbit Horn. Sweet-ass, homemade, rabbit-fur, hooded vest. Horned Rabbit meat, and some leaves, wrapped in a makeshift bag using the rabbits pelt. No-name's Knife.
Max Health: 4
Current Damage: 3
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
Edited by Unbelievably Majestic, 16 May 2017 - 12:05 PM.
The new scenery almost swept Dar of her feet, she rubbed her eyes over to get a handle of things but she couldn't. As if whatever Akta had told her the night before was coming true so soon, she was happy & wary at the same. A strange light permeated the forest before her, her vision was far more expanded than before. Foliage & trees were still there but as if through magic she was able to see beyond them to her target.
There was a giant spider near the ingredients she had set out to claim but even before that there was a colony of Horned rabbits. Her first day nemesis, they looked smaller now when she had enjoyed a growth spurt but it would be foolish to discount their ferocity. She saw the whole colony, multiple packs of rodents staying by their peers. The mounds & holes in the ground were pretty random but by observing a group of three rabbits she knew that going through them post the minimal risk at this moment. Had she not been entrusted with this task she'd have stayed & hunted them all.
Their skins & bones would serve good building block for furthering her blacksmith training under Mocharr but her hunt was different this time & she wanted to preserve herself for the tough fight that was to come.
Dar slowly crept in the foliage towards the group of three. Her attacks had to be swift lest the rabbits turn tail & call for support. She was decently strong but she felt that a group twelve would end in her death much like how the fey wolverine died at their hands the first day. When she was in position she waited for the opportunity to strike, her heavy hammer gripped in one hand. Her growth spurt had made her a bit stronger, she was now able to wield the hammer relatively easy with two hands. As the one facing her turned sideways to catch the whiff of air that blew from Dar's direction, she knew that it was time to strike, she leapt from the cover with her hammer raised overhead & before the trio could react one of them was splattered to the ground. Dar left the hammer to draw her sinning knife, She knew that it was imperative to end the quickly. As the duo scrambled to regain sense of the situation, she relieved one more from his mortal coil with a blade thrust to the side of its neck.
The final rabbit in a moment of fight or flight decided to puncture her ribs with a thrust, she rolled sideways to avoid a fatal wound as it slashed at her back almost ripping her armor before she twisted to drive her sharp claws into his nape & end his struggle. She had been cautious enough to not make a rabble as she tidied up the scene & collected her hunt. She didn't bother skinning them as she thought that they may be more of a help in her upcoming tussle with the giant spider.
Dar remained cautious as she trudged on towards her destination.
Spoiler
- Picture/Discription - A dirty brown mop for hair, two dissimilar cannines, unnatural turquoise eyes and only the left eyebrow, Dar looks like that she came out too early, even for a Goblin but her physique is nothing that would hint at premature birth. She just looks a bit tougher than others or maybe that's just her look.
Recently, she has experienced a growth spurt like her goblin brethren, making her claws sharper & longer. Her hair are shoulder length now & her physique has become more muscled.
- Name - Dar
- Personality - Observant and Loyal
- Gender - Female
- Relationships -
Brix the Handsome - Dar is a big fan of the ashen one, his gait, his eyes and his charisma draws her like a moth to flame.
Frisk the Curious - Frst disciple of the stoic and Knowledgeable 'The Rock', Dar is unaware herself but she has the hots for him.
The Rock - The intensely deep and stoic Master of Frisk, Dar hopes that he'd be forthcoming in his teachings to her as well.
Mocharr the White Orc Weaponsmith - Teacher & life guide.
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
+ Precocious (Max level, Passive)
+ Athletics
+ Fight
+ Brawling
+ Notice
Current Health: 7
Current Damage: 4
Inventory
+ 1 Embereyes
+ Bone Knife
+ 489 Gold
+ Femur Warhammer (Heavy)
+ Leather Armor (Medium)
OOC
I'd request you to assign me a spell on your own as I am bad with that sort of thing.
Things just keep on getting uglier, a thought that started to form when her and her sla--minions slipped into the village and started looking around for their objective. And said ugly thing? The brownies. Apparently they've taken of residence in the former human village sometime after it's destruction, not that it matter who lives there or not. She wasn't sure which was uglier, a goblin or a brownie but she'll concede that both were mighty ugly. Ugliness aside, there were more of them than they were of them, so if they were discovered in front of a group of them, it was time to throw on the charm give'em some 'respect'. It'll cause her stomach to churn in disgust but if it allows them to live a bit longer, so be it.
Anyways, moving on, not long after their search began, they heard what sounded like a child crying. Suspicious as it was, Broom, dumbass goblin on deaths door, decided to go over and investigate, despite Rend's disapproval. What they found instead was a lone brownie and given the danger of the situation, tried to kill it. However, their surprise attack didn't kill the ugly creature, instead it threw its head back, showing the endless amount of teeth, and let loose a howl that was soon echoed by others. God, how she hated goblins, even more so now. Well, it's not like she wasn't expecting a situation like this and the reason she brought sla-minions along, not to mention the gravely injured broom.
Time to shine Broom. Just as the brownie was turning to attack, she kicked Broom from behind, sending him flying forward and into the Brownie's mouth, causing him to be a head shorter. All in all, Broom played his part perfectly. Now it was time to counter-attack. With Diaper and his foul smell playing distraction, Rend charged forward to attack. Just before she did, she kicked at the ground, sending dirt into the eyes of the brownie, in-case diaper couldn't hold its attention, before slashing at it with her short-swords. With the brownie dead, they needed to get what they needed to get and get the hell out of there fast.
OOC:
Spoiler
Post Summary: Broom fulfilled his role as a sacrifice and died at the hands of the brownie, Rend and Diaper live on to see another day.
Name: Rend
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Despite being female, she stands as the tallest of her generation of goblins. Her eyes are darker then the night coupled with dark green skin and a mess of bloody-crimson like hair that tends to hide her eyes.
Personality: Cold and calculating. She's a goblin that prefers to remain silent, however, when she does choose to speak, it's when she deems it necessary or to make light of someone for entertainment purposes and it's usually well thought out. She's also the type that won't help or do anything for others unless it benefits her in some way and has no qualms about betraying someone, especially her own kind, if it serves her own purposes. Has a mercenary way about things, her loyalty can be bought. Her silence also protects her true intentions.
Relationships:
None, her only 'meaningful' relationships are when doing 'business'.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Frisk (Day 3): The Wonderfully Evil Wizard of Gob Frisk was awakened by a shock and a shake, one so sudden and severe that he knew most definitely that he was now awake. And yet the plants and trees that were all around him, were still the stuff of dreams -- so wherever he was, help had yet to find him. With nothing better to do, other than go back to bed, Frisk crawled from the soft soil where he had just laid his head. He wriggled and crawled until he was finally free, then stretched and yawned as he realized he was also very hungry. So stretching some more and fluttered his wings... wings?! As Frisk busied himself with his self-inspection, the chaos that had awoken him suddenly revealed itself with some loud objection.
"Who are you, and why are you here?" Said the loud and green little man. He was not quite a goblin and certainly not Frisk's fan. "This is my garden you fool, look what you've done! You tore down a tree and ruined my plums!!" Waving his stick, it cracked like thunder, shaking the ground and making Frisk's eyes wide with wonder. "Speak quickly you fool, or kill you I will. No one ruins my garden, without paying the bill!"
Horned Rabbit Group C:
Walter, The Horned Rabbit: 1 HP, 1 DMG
Jesse, The Horned Rabbit: 1 HP, 1 DMG
Skyler, The Horned Rabbit: 1 HP, 1 DMG
Hank, The Horned Rabbit: 1 HP, 1 DMG
Dar: 5/7 HP, 4 DMG
Rend (Day 2): Second Encounter Rummaging quickly through the brownie's corpse, Rend was able to recover some useful items before she retreated from the sound of the oncoming brownie horde. Once they arrived and without hesitation, the rapid creatures entered a feeding frenzy and began devouring what remained of Broom and their fallen sibling, and then began taking a few bites out of each other.
Taking advantage of their 'distraction', Rend and Diaper pushed forward and found what they were looking for: embereyes. As Akta had told her, the seeds from the magical plant were as warm as smoldering stones but the plant itself smelled worse than Diaper did after a dip in the lake, so Rend kept their meeting short and collected the seeds she needed. As they were about to leave however, another Brownie came waddling in. It was bruised and bloody from the feeding frenzy, but still looked hungry. So it through it's head back to scream but it's already slashed throat didn't produce a peep.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
Quickly going through the brownie's corpse, the crimson-haired goblin Rend, managed to pick up a score of decent items along with some more gold pieces, which alone made her all smiles. She has long since recovered the amount paid for that axe during this journey and then some. Among the things she found were3 piles of this 'glittering dust', honestly, she didn't know exactly what it was but she didn't really have the time to find out. As she heard the sounds of the brownie horde incoming, she shoved the items, dust an all, into her bag and bolted from the location.
From the sounds in what followed, it didn't take much thought to determined what they were doing. Rend was just thankful Broom continued to be useful even in death. Leaving them to their business, Rend and Diaper took advantage of the distraction pushed forward and started to look for what they came here for, the embereyes. Soon enough, they found them and just like Akta had told her, they were warm as smoldering stones but what she was unprepared for was the smell. Never in her short life did she think she'd encounter a smell that was even more foul than Diaper.
Not wanting to stick around any longer, she collected the seed they needed and made to leave, however, a leftover from the feeding frenzy made its way over to them. It was bruised and bloody but didn't seem to mind it's injuries and still looked hungry. She took a quick glance over to Diaper and back to the brownie. Given the condition of the brownie, it seems like she wouldn't have to 'use' diaper just yet. Seeing the brownie turn back it's head, she knew what was coming, it was going to call the others. Taking a step forward and prepared to charge right in, Rend stopped as soon as she saw that it was unable to scream.
Apparently, in all that madness, it had it's throat slashed and thus unable to let its voice out. Witnessing, Rend flashed a cold grin. Having completed the first part of their mission, they just needed to get through this last brownie and escape the village and they were in the clear. Deciding the battle plan, she had Diaper go for it's legs while she herself would relieve the ugly creature of its head. Of course, she let Diaper go in first to get its attention while she finished the job.
OOC:
Spoiler
Post Summary: Part 1 of the fetch quest complete, they are now tasked with taking out the trash before part 2!
Name: Rend
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Despite being female, she stands as the tallest of her generation of goblins. Her eyes are darker then the night coupled with dark green skin and a mess of bloody-crimson like hair that tends to hide her eyes.
Personality: Cold and calculating. She's a goblin that prefers to remain silent, however, when she does choose to speak, it's when she deems it necessary or to make light of someone for entertainment purposes and it's usually well thought out. She's also the type that won't help or do anything for others unless it benefits her in some way and has no qualms about betraying someone, especially her own kind, if it serves her own purposes. Has a mercenary way about things, her loyalty can be bought. Her silence also protects her true intentions.
Relationships:
None, her only 'meaningful' relationships are when doing 'business'.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Absorbed in her new found vision Dar had made a critical mistake, though her plan to attack the trio of bunnies was well executed, the journey to the her quest wasn't so simple. The colony was surrounded by a natural thicket fence that was not easy to pass through without severely risking scratches & gashes. Plus, from what she saw from her visions, the thing that waited in the woods was something you shouldn't approach looking like a ragdoll.
Thus, to cross over, she had to kill her way through the colony of bunnies. Perhaps, it was fate. Now that she had grown over the past few days, she felt that her prey was actually cute but what had to be done was straightforward. To progress her studies further in magic, she had to collect what was asked off her. She cleaned off a femur from her recently killed prey & took cover downwind from the group of five that were idling by themselves.
She picked the one that seemed to sneeze ever so often & let loose the femur straight to wards its head. As the hit rang true & the bunny collapsed, she leapt from behind the cover to make a sweeping strike at the ones gathered. She took two down with her hit as the others readied to charge. The bashful looking one charged at her chest while the other one charged at her sides. Knowing that holding onto her hammer would only slow her down, she dropped her favored weapon for the second time in as many fights & unsheathed the blade, pinning it in the sides of the bunny charging for her chest mid air as she spun to impeded the charge of the other coming for her side.
The scene soon ended with her victory but she was feeling the labors of the solo hunt already. In this way, she felt going against the spider would be a death sentence but she wanted to learn Akta's ways rather badly, so she crouched & sneaked her way forward towards the final group of bunnies. Things weren't as easy as planned.
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- Picture/Discription - A dirty brown mop for hair, two dissimilar cannines, unnatural turquoise eyes and only the left eyebrow, Dar looks like that she came out too early, even for a Goblin but her physique is nothing that would hint at premature birth. She just looks a bit tougher than others or maybe that's just her look.
Recently, she has experienced a growth spurt like her goblin brethren, making her claws sharper & longer. Her hair are shoulder length now & her physique has become more muscled.
- Name - Dar
- Personality - Observant and Loyal
- Gender - Female
- Relationships -
Brix the Handsome - Dar is a big fan of the ashen one, his gait, his eyes and his charisma draws her like a moth to flame.
Frisk the Curious - Frst disciple of the stoic and Knowledgeable 'The Rock', Dar is unaware herself but she has the hots for him.
The Rock - The intensely deep and stoic Master of Frisk, Dar hopes that he'd be forthcoming in his teachings to her as well.
Mocharr the White Orc Weaponsmith - Teacher & life guide.
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
+ Precocious (Max level, Passive)
Rend (Day 2): The Final Encounter The sun was high and temperatures were soaring as sweat rolled down Rend's back. She had just lost Diaper in their last battle with the injured brownie but at least she had found some good items to fill her pockets with. The part of the forest where she was now also had some goblins in it, so she quickly recruited two new minions to help her with the second part of her quest.
Speaking of which, the beach where Rend was to complete her second quest was covered in sand and littered with the bones of massive, ocean-dwelling monster. As she explored further, Rend soon found Akta's special tree and went through the ritual of gaining access to the plant as Akta had described to her.
It was during this final part of the ritual when Rend heard a voice in her head. The voice was Akta's -- or at least some sort of copy of it. Akta's voice explained that it would test Rend's worthiness with three riddles. Rend agreed to the challenge and so it began:
1) Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
2) I’m tall when I’m young and I’m short when I’m old. What am I?
3) If I drink, I die. If i eat, I am fine. What am I?
Dar (Day 3): First Encounter B Remembering the lessons she had learned from her time with Brix the Handsome, Dar took a moment to gather some of the restorative plants she had seen Brix use to heal his wounds, and used them to heal her own. Once that was done tending to her wounds, Dar was once again ready to continue her quest.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
The battle was a complete tragedy.....well for Diaper anyways, Rend was completely fine by the way. She was so shocked by Diapers passing she forgot to cry, ok it was more like she didn't care and expected it but hey, she survived without a scratch. That's all that really matters anyways, right? Of course it is. Anyways, with her silent wish of Diaper biting the dust so she would no longer have to put up with his stench, she honored Diaper's valiant (and planned) sacrifice by looting both corpses for items. Speaking of dust, she found more of it on the brownie, what in the heck is up with brownies and dust? Well, at least it wasn't anything....brown. She also found more totems, putting them both in her bag, she then turned her attention to Diaper's corpse.
With him dead, she lost herself another pack mule, such a shame. Picking up the bag she entrusted to diaper and went about on her way. Walking through the forest, she continued to strike gold, well, in this case, goblins. The part of the forest she was in had its fair share of goblins in it, and you know what this means, time to shop for new sla-minions! As per usual, she picked the ones that seemed the easiest to manipulate, the dumber the better. The two unfortunate lucky ones that got to work under Rend? Vomit and Mudpie. Once again, she wonders, what in the heck is up with these goblin names? Fluffy is bored and probably sour about his own name and decided to take it out on the goblins via names? Well, it doesn't really matter as long as they play their part. Anyways, she gave the bag she had the late Diaper carry to Mudpie to be the new pack mule.
Getting back on track, Rend, having picked new goblins to boss around, made her way to the beach where her next task was. It was covered in sand and the bones of a massive sea-dwelling monster. She took a moment to inspect the bones and wondered how much it would be worth or whether it had some use. Though, with the size of the bones, they probably wouldn't be able to take some back given their size. Anyways, they continued to explore and soon Rend found the special tree Akta had told her about. She then began the ritual to gaining access to it when on the final part Rend heard a voice, Akta's voice or at least a copy of it, specifics don't really matter. Akta then explained her worthiness would be tested with 3 riddles. Of course, Rend accepted the challenge without hesitation and thus it began.
The first one she was presented with was "Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?" It was a simple one, though, the other two seemed to be straining themselves to think of the answer. Rend didn't know why they bothered trying in the first place. Paying them no mind, she answered, "Nothing". The poor have nothing so they steal it, those with money dont need a single thing but wastes their money anyway to flaunt their wealth to the poor and obviously, if you're going to die. Vomit was so amazed at the answer he vomited, while Mudpie was playing around with the wet sand. Another fabulously picked team, surely.
The next riddle was "I’m tall when I’m young and I’m short when I’m old. What am I?" Her first thought was old ugly things like Fluffy, but no way that's correct because Goblins, let alone young ones, aren't tall by any stretch of the imagination and Rend was pretty sure it wasn't talking about the elderly of any race. The next thought was fire, considering that would probably apply here but she was then reminded of what they had back in the cave to light it up. "Candles" Was her answer. When they were fresh and unlit, they were tall but after a time of burning they slowly but surely grew shorter the more they're lit.
The last one was just as simple as the first "If I drink, I die. If i eat, I am fine. What am I?" Her answer? She was going with what she considered for the last one, "Fire". Obviously, you can't drink fire and even if you were dumb enough to try, as many goblins would probably attempt, you'll die. And while you can't 'eat' fire, but one can use fire to cook things to eat.
As she answered the third and final one, she turned to kick Mudpie who was sneaking behind Rend to stick a clod of wet sand in her pants. Well, 'tried' to anyways, but Mudpie's idiotic snickering didn't help her case. Not like she would've succeeded anyway.
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Post Summary: Part 2 of the majestic quest, diaper gone dead and it's riddle time.
Name: Rend
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Despite being female, she stands as the tallest of her generation of goblins. Her eyes are darker then the night coupled with dark green skin and a mess of bloody-crimson like hair that tends to hide her eyes.
Personality: Cold and calculating. She's a goblin that prefers to remain silent, however, when she does choose to speak, it's when she deems it necessary or to make light of someone for entertainment purposes and it's usually well thought out. She's also the type that won't help or do anything for others unless it benefits her in some way and has no qualms about betraying someone, especially her own kind, if it serves her own purposes. Has a mercenary way about things, her loyalty can be bought. Her silence also protects her true intentions.
Relationships:
None, her only 'meaningful' relationships are when doing 'business'.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
She would count herself lucky that she had been blessed with a chance to hunt with Brix the Handsome because watching his antics closely had taught her to scour her surroundings for resources to help herself. By luck she stumbled upon the leaves that she had seen Brix use for healing himself. She chewed on as the bitter taste lingered in her mouth as she proceeded with her hunt.
Her hunting technique had been useful in taking on a larger pack of bunnies but a still greater challenge awaited her. As she sneaked into a thicket, she observed the pack of five bunnies in a circle, standing there by their burrows inspecting something. Surprisingly they weren't alerted of the fate of their other brethren. She crouched and aimed for most attentive looking one in the pack, he could be trouble if he was aware of her approach she thought as she let it fly.
Then with a roar and her hammer brandished high she charged the group hoping to disrupt their usual response. This fight would be the test of her prowess as she dispatched one bunny after the other to afterlife, descending into a zen like state as she focused on the task at hand. Only this moment mattered, blood shed to claim happiness, a grin appeared on her visage as she enjoyed the battle slowly coming out on top.
Rend (Day 2): The Final Encounter "Nothing, Candles and Fire. Well done," the voice replied. "Your wisdom and insight shall take you far. The hidden path to the second stone is now yours to follow. Walk in wisdom with my blessing." Rend suddenly felt a portion of the Riddle Stone's power enter her, strengthening her body and spirit and revealing the path to the second stone, the stone of power.
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The Stone of Power
The Power Stone was actually a golem made of earth, roots and leaves, resting against the side of a small hill. As Rend and her minions drew closer, the golem stirred from it's light nap and greeted them. "So you're the mortal sent to aid me are you," it asked rhetorically as it suddenly began scratching itself, sending leaves flying everywhere. "And the other two, are they meant to be snacks for me? Well, yes or no, that will have to wait. We have much work to do."
Standing on all fours, the golem lead the goblins up the side of the small hill, to the top. From there they could see a valley and a group of trees just beyond. The forest was dark and dying, and smelled wrong and sick with illness. The golem then explained what Rend's second task would be.
"This grove was once a favorite place for our master to visit and rest. Just recently however, a jealous rival has curse it. Now too busy to deal with it herself, as Akta's disciples it is now our task to cleanse the grove of it's corruption. But first I will now give you the tools you need to complete this task. Listen well..."
"...before there were goblins or humans, before there were even worlds or the stars that light the night sky," the golem said, raising a trunk-like arm towards the sky. "There was but one thing in the universe -- Magic. Magic touches all things. It is what binds the universe together: past, present and future. It is the source of all good and all evil, of all matter and all knowledge. All forms of life, no matter how simple or complex, can trace their origins back to magic."
"Magic is the afterlife that exists between the worlds, which in turn is the building blocks of reality. It is also the birthplace of various gods and other powerful entities. What haunts these woods is one such creature, a savage abomination summoned from someplace distant and dark, born from madness and insanity. It is a killer from the far beyond," the golem whispered, intentionally frightening the tiny goblins. "It appears from nowhere to butcher it's victims, for what reason no one knows. But now, it is our prey and we will be victorious! CHARGE!!"
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Fleshreaver (Demon)
Dar (Day 3): Second Encounter With her path now free of the fuzzy, little obstacles, Dar took a moment to collect her items, heal and then eat. Once she was ready, she pushed forward to complete her quest. Her destination was the giant spider infested area known simply as The Webwoods, a heavily forested woodland deep in the heart of the Goblin Forest. Just inside of the Webwoods was an abandoned, human farm covered in the webbing of the giant spiders that lived nearby. Curious, Dar went inside to see what she could learn of the humans that once lived there.
There were paintings and oversized furniture, and all sorts of other wonders -- all covered in giant spider webbing. Upstairs, Dar found a secret compartment hidden in the floor. Inside was a magical backpack with the ability to hold all of her items and reduce their weight and size, making it so she could carry even more items than she normally could have. Going back downstairs, Dar found the basement. The entrance was lined with fresh webbing and a sinister warmth, suggesting that a giant spider might still be living here...
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
Rend, upon successfully achieving her task, felt a portion of the riddle stones power flow through her body, strengthening body and spirit along with the path to the next stone, stone of power, appearing in her mind. Having made their way to the stone, it actually turned out that the stone of power was really a golem made out of earth and later revealed itself as a disciple of Akta. Upon greeting them, the golem wondered if the other two were a snack for him, causing the two stupid goblins to shiver a little and step back.
While she kept quiet externally to not further disturb the other two, internally however, she thought it was a great idea. Deciding that when they completed their task, whether they survive it or not, she'll let the golem eat them if he wanted to. Though, having said that, Rend wondered if there creature that actually found goblins to be tasty. Having tasted goblin before, she personally thought they tasted foul but, too each their own, I suppose.... With a shrug, she continued listening to the golem's explanation of their next task.
Apparently, Akta wasn't exactly well liked and some so-called 'rival' was jealous enough to curse the area, one where Akta liked to visit and relax. Their task was essentially cleansing the grove of it's corruption and to do so, they needed kill a horrible, abomination of a magical creature, born from madness and insanity. Or so explained by the golem. Rend didn't like the fact that the golem was saying it in a way to intentionally scare Vomit and Mudpie. After all, if they were too scared, the less use they'd be to her in the battle to come.
With a sigh, she turned towards the two frightened goblins and explained that the creatures form was simply a illusion caused by magic and wasn't as terrible as it was made out to be and was probably a mutated horned rabbit or something. They didn't take to her nonsense right away but slowly, over the course of the explanation, they started to believe her and regained their calm. It was a pain, but they were now of use as tools again and ready to go. Once again Rend was thankful that goblins were so stupid.
As the golem shouted it's battle cry, Rend and the goblins charged forward after the monstrous creature. Of course, Vomit and Mudpie was leading the way. Better they attack first so they know what exactly they're up against.
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Post Summary: Rend, having successfully answered the riddles correctly, flexes her brainwashing skills as she leads her band of idiots towards their second task, the removal of an even uglier creature, the fleshreaver.
Name: Rend
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Despite being female, she stands as the tallest of her generation of goblins. Her eyes are darker then the night coupled with dark green skin and a mess of bloody-crimson like hair that tends to hide her eyes.
Personality: Cold and calculating. She's a goblin that prefers to remain silent, however, when she does choose to speak, it's when she deems it necessary or to make light of someone for entertainment purposes and it's usually well thought out. She's also the type that won't help or do anything for others unless it benefits her in some way and has no qualms about betraying someone, especially her own kind, if it serves her own purposes. Has a mercenary way about things, her loyalty can be bought. Her silence also protects her true intentions.
Relationships:
None, her only 'meaningful' relationships are when doing 'business'.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
The hunt went better than she would have thought, was this the effect of Akta;s blessing or was she actually developing at a blinding pace she couldn't tell. Now that the path was free from the fuzzies, she went deeper into the woods keeping her eyes & ears open to any new developments. She stumbled onto a village covered in thick webs, certainly a doing of what she had sensed first when she was reintroduced into the wild this morning.
The gentle throbbing of a massive lifeforce prowling about in the thicket past the bunnies. While her previous opponents were weak but many, this one was a completely different challenge. It would be luck if she escaped with her wits. As she explored the ruins of what was once a human village, she witnessed some beautiful artifacts, covered by layers of thick webbing. She carefully removed it with minimum noise & fuss always on the look out for any movement that she may catch but nothing moved in the village. Whatever that she had sensed was hiding rather well or else it wasn't aware of her presence at the moment.
She took this time to explore the attic of one house that was still standing somehow. There she found a bag, a bag with endless space it seemed. This was her first time using a magical artifact. Suddenly she felt her burden lessen, what was making her drag along wary of facing a new challenge while encumbered this heavily was suddenly gone. Thanking whatever guardian angel that was overlooking her she descended down to find a door leading down into the basement.
Once she opened it, it was then that she felt it. The chill of possible death, whatever was lurking there was very similar in presence to the one she had sensed this morning. But if Akta had found her capable enough to be assigned a task. It was her duty to see it through. Through hell or high water!
Onwards she went, her footsteps light, her hand gripping the handle of her warhammer tightly & eyes & ears trained on any subtle movement. Whatever it was that lurked here, it was just an obstacle & it had to be disposed with haste to complete her task.
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- Picture/Discription - A dirty brown mop for hair, two dissimilar cannines, unnatural turquoise eyes and only the left eyebrow, Dar looks like that she came out too early, even for a Goblin but her physique is nothing that would hint at premature birth. She just looks a bit tougher than others or maybe that's just her look.
Recently, she has experienced a growth spurt like her goblin brethren, making her claws sharper & longer. Her hair are shoulder length now & her physique has become more muscled.
- Name - Dar
- Personality - Observant and Loyal
- Gender - Female
- Relationships -
Brix the Handsome - Dar is a big fan of the ashen one, his gait, his eyes and his charisma draws her like a moth to flame.
Frisk the Curious - Frst disciple of the stoic and Knowledgeable 'The Rock', Dar is unaware herself but she has the hots for him.
The Rock - The intensely deep and stoic Master of Frisk, Dar hopes that he'd be forthcoming in his teachings to her as well.
Mocharr the White Orc Weaponsmith - Teacher & life guide.
Goblin Rend: In a Forest, Dark and Deep I Despite being only mid-afternoon, the forest was dark and full of shadows. "Tread carefully, brave goblins," the golem replied over his shoulder. "Into the deep and dark we go. What we'll find? Not even I can know." But one thing he did know however, was that it was too quiet. The air was still and hung heavy in front of them like a corpse from a tree. The birds too were quiet and even the insects were either all gone, or all dead. In fact, as they searched high and low and deeper into the forest, the only signs of life they found was the red taint of corruption. The earth and trees were cracked as if twisted open by bare hands, and inside the wounds was the red glow of corruption. It oozed like pus from an infection, leaving only rot in it's wake. "It must be close," the golem whispered. As if in reply, the abomination laughed, sending its voice bouncing through the tainted trees.
"Eh heh heh heh! So. Predictable," the creature taunted. "I knew you would come, like a lamb to the slaughter. And I see you've brought some pathetic toothpicks to clean my teeth with, once I'm done with you. How... nice. Kneel before me, tiny creatures, for I am your new master -- and perhaps I'll spare you." While they could here its voice, they couldn't see the beast that was speaking to them.
Goblin Dar: Secret Lair of the Spider King I Dar moved quietly through the decaying basement, her axe held tightly between her palms as slivers of light tracked her movement through the dark. At first it seemed that perhaps she had been wrong earlier, that there really was nothing down here. But as she rounded the final corner, she finally came face-to-face with her prey. At first it did nothing, its eyes simply watching her through the slivers of light that pierced the darkness, but then it attacked!
Boss Encounter
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Hero(es) and Item(s) Dar: 7/7 HP, 4 DMG
Health Potions: 9 HP (x3)
Monster(s) King Spider: 12/12 HP, 6 DMG
King Spider
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There are 3 health potions hidden in the basement.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
As they walked through the dark and shadow filled forest, the golem bid for caution in traversing through the forest. Inwardly, Rend laughed. 'Brave' You can hardly call their stupidity being 'brave'... If she hadn't controlled them the way she had, who knows how'd they be acting at the moment. They'd be more of a liability then of any use in that situation. With a sigh, she kept her thoughts to herself and continued following after the golem. The higher and deeper they searched, the more and more corruption they found. It's almost like that 'thing' wants them to find it...
With a whisper from the golem, it appeared that they were finally zeroing in on the abomination and sure enough, as if in reply, the abomination laughed as its voice bounced through the tainted trees. Even though they couldn't see him, they sure heard him as he haunted them. While Rend stood tall and didn't waver at the voice's threat, the other two 'brave' goblins started to crack. At this rate, they'll be useless.... With another sigh, she turned towards the two and scolded them for being scared of some voice. She whispered in their ears about it just being all talk and that it's all about appearance and isn't strong at all. It took some work but she managed to get them back into a usable state of mind, at least.
While she couldn't exactly see him, Rend turned her head to where the voice was strongest and made sure the cretin could hear her. In dull yet pointed tone, "You misunderstand, it's you who will kneel, hang their head in wait before me and perhaps I'll spare you." Her defiant stance caused strange and wild stares to bare her way but it also filled Vomit and Mudpie with strength and squashed any unease that remained. That said, she wasn't expecting an easy fight and the 2 other goblins will almost surely die in the process believing her lies, but hey, she's more than fine with that, victory over defeat after all.
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Post Summary: Rend, having successfully answered the riddles correctly, flexes her brainwashing skills as she leads her band of idiots towards their second task, the removal of an even uglier creature, the fleshreaver.
Name: Rend
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Despite being female, she stands as the tallest of her generation of goblins. Her eyes are darker then the night coupled with dark green skin and a mess of bloody-crimson like hair that tends to hide her eyes.
Personality: Cold and calculating. She's a goblin that prefers to remain silent, however, when she does choose to speak, it's when she deems it necessary or to make light of someone for entertainment purposes and it's usually well thought out. She's also the type that won't help or do anything for others unless it benefits her in some way and has no qualms about betraying someone, especially her own kind, if it serves her own purposes. Has a mercenary way about things, her loyalty can be bought. Her silence also protects her true intentions.
Relationships:
None, her only 'meaningful' relationships are when doing 'business'.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Face to face with a hairy abomination with multiple eyes & dangerous fangs looking at her, Dar froze for a bit. She had expected something malevolent down in the basement but she wasn't ready for this. The miasma that she had sensed when she had entered the forest this morning only intensified in the damp basement, it reeked of death & though Dar wasn't much for a warm & welcoming environment she didn't like stuffy hellish holes either.
Thus in an effort to overcome her situation or die trying, she left caution to the wind & lunged forward trying to establish initiative. But the spider was rather quick for its size as it side stepped just enough to avoid her overhead smash on its large abdomen, her swing only catching its hing leg as it prepared for a counter. As shot of webbing that hit her square in the chest & sent her flying across the room into the wall. She felt the life drain out of her from the impact.
If the Fey wolverine was a hair raising experience, then this was on an other level. She called onto her survival instinct as adrenaline gave her enough strength to break free but not before her side step was a bit off & the sharp fangs of the oncoming spider punctured her sides.
She quickly downed one of the potions she had found. Hoping that it was still potent as she tried to establish some distance between herself & her hunter before winding up another swing at its broken hind leg. Her motive was now to cripple her nemesis. As the hit stuck true a loud screech denoted the displeasure of the spider. It spun faster than she anticipated & spit a venomous blob at her torso. Catching the full impact of the blow, Dar lost her balance for a bit before that sharp sting from chest denoted the damage she had suffered. Her armor had a large hole & her open flesh sizzled. The pain was almost maddening but she realized that luckily she had another potion.
The six legged anthropod had taken this opportunity to retreat but Dar wasn't letting this chance go. She took a minute to catch her breath as she chased the bug before going for perhaps the telling blow on its abdomen hoping to crush it with her strike.
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- Picture/Discription - A dirty brown mop for hair, two dissimilar cannines, unnatural turquoise eyes and only the left eyebrow, Dar looks like that she came out too early, even for a Goblin but her physique is nothing that would hint at premature birth. She just looks a bit tougher than others or maybe that's just her look.
Recently, she has experienced a growth spurt like her goblin brethren, making her claws sharper & longer. Her hair are shoulder length now & her physique has become more muscled.
- Name - Dar
- Personality - Observant and Loyal
- Gender - Female
- Relationships -
Brix the Handsome - Dar is a big fan of the ashen one, his gait, his eyes and his charisma draws her like a moth to flame.
Frisk the Curious - Frst disciple of the stoic and Knowledgeable 'The Rock', Dar is unaware herself but she has the hots for him.
The Rock - The intensely deep and stoic Master of Frisk, Dar hopes that he'd be forthcoming in his teachings to her as well.
Mocharr the White Orc Weaponsmith - Teacher & life guide.
Goblin Rend: In a Forest, Dark and Deep II "Eh heh heh heh," the abomination laughed again as he finally stepped forward from the shadows, towering above the goblins and the golem. Tossing his head back, he laughed again, shaking the earth and trees around him, before aiming a wicked smile at his adversary. "Oh how very witty of you! And here I thought I was being very gallant, offering to leave you alive so you could spend the rest of your miserable, little life licking my toes and feet -- an aspiration any mortal would leap for, don't you think. No matter, you are scum and a fool and I shall enjoy eating you alive. Your screams will be my wine... but you two don't have to share her fate. Yes... you -- Vomit and Mudpie! Kneel before me and I shall give you rewards beyond your wildest dreams. Tell me, why chase after Rend like some lost, little human when you could be so much more? Kill her -- kill her now, and I will make you into gods!"
Goblin Dar: Secret Lair of the Spider King II With her final blow, Dar finally killed the ancient spider king. And with its gruesome death, all of its accumulated life energy was suddenly released as a black, swirling cloud of pain and suffering -- a grim reminder of all the innocent lives that the spider lord had devoured before its death by Dar's hands. Tapping into the hidden power within her, the weakened Dar instinctively communed with the swirling mass of energy, taking enough of it into herself to rank-up.
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Dar's To-Do List
- Rank-up
- Continue her quest.
- Return home.
*Dar can't wear her armor anymore. It's too small/damaged.
Edited by The Illuminati, 07 July 2017 - 10:37 PM.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
After the abomination finished, Rend could only sigh in annoyance. Never in her short life had she encountered someone who just kept droning on and on aside from the ugly old goblin fluffy. But unlike fluffy, this thing had nothing worth hearing nor any signs of intelligence and the fact this mindless oaf's words stirred up her little sl--minions once more. She couldn't very well continue using the same trick over and over to convince them, so to change things up.... "With all this talking, it's kind of like you're trying to stall for time for some reason. What, too scared to attack?"
Turning towards Mudpie and Vomit, she jerked her thumb towards the abomination and continued. "Are you two actually taking the words of someone, whose unable to do it themselves, seriously? It's like I said earlier, it's all talk and looks. Weak trash like that can't make anyone into a god. Can't you two see it? He's scared, scared of your power and wants you on his side to avoid fighting you. Yet you come off as weak. Are you seriously going to believe the words of someone beneath you? Have you no pride as goblins?!" she spoke to them in an insulting tone before going silent to let her words sink in.
'Have you no pride as goblins' repeating her own words in her head made her want to laugh as much as it made her sick. What do the goblins have to be prideful about exactly? Their potential of growth is wasted on them with their inferior intellect. Of course, these aren't things she'll say out loud. Though, having said all that, she was unsure just how much exactly got through to them and whether or not it'll play out as expected. While she wasn't sure how much they understood, but from the anger, of having their pride questioned, that spewed forth, It was probably being called weak and having their pride stomped on.
But with that, any thought of taking the abomination's offer was erased as both Vomit and Mudpie turned to face the monster in order to prove Rend wrong. Though she probably wasted her time using big words they probably wouldn't understand, but in the end, they picked up on the words she wanted them to hear and it all worked out fine. Now the both of them are now fit to be her pawns. Back to their dumb selves, they readied for battle.
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Post Summary: Rend delivers a verbal beatdown to vomit and mudpie and uses her powers of manipulation to, well, manipulate them further. Ready for battle!
Name: Rend
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Despite being female, she stands as the tallest of her generation of goblins. Her eyes are darker then the night coupled with dark green skin and a mess of bloody-crimson like hair that tends to hide her eyes.
Personality: Cold and calculating. She's a goblin that prefers to remain silent, however, when she does choose to speak, it's when she deems it necessary or to make light of someone for entertainment purposes and it's usually well thought out. She's also the type that won't help or do anything for others unless it benefits her in some way and has no qualms about betraying someone, especially her own kind, if it serves her own purposes. Has a mercenary way about things, her loyalty can be bought. Her silence also protects her true intentions.
Relationships:
None, her only 'meaningful' relationships are when doing 'business'.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
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