She wondered what had spurned the ashen one onwards but he had a spring in his step as he went around preparing for their feast. Dar fought back drool and urge to dig in and her patience was well awarded. Brixx directed her to collect some firewood, she wasn't sure what it was but she believed that wood shavings and slender dried branches would do the trick as she went around scavenging through the jungle floor. By the time she was back, the rabbit was gone and in its place Brixx proudly held onto some juicy meat as he spread the fur out on the rock.
His shiny eyes held great wisdom and ingenuity and thus Dar trusted him with preparing the meat as he applied some of the herbs and leaves he had offered her earlier. Few of the remaining beetles were stuffed inside and while she taught herself how to make a fire, it was a wonderful site watching her first spitroast. Once the meat was done, Brixx moved on with an unfathomed alacrity and deftly divided the meat in two.
What awaited her was a piece of Goblin Heaven as her teeth dug into the soft roasted flesh. The sumptuous taste was almost blissful as she thanked Brixx for the wonderful treat before hungrily chomping out the rest.
"More food!" she then declared.
"Brixx makes food tasty, Dar likes Brixx" she declared with a slight blush, her dissimilar pair of canines showing through her maw as her Turquoise eyes shone with deep luminosity. She then proceeded to hand over the pointy horn to Brixx as she picked up her bloody rock. There was a lot to share with Frisk's teacher back home.
Spoiler
Dar:
- 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.
- 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.
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
+ Precocious (Max level, Passive)
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Dar and Brix Forest Encounter 2: Triple Horned Rabbit
Sticking his chest out proudly after receiving Dar's blessing, Brix promised that they would find something even tastier to eat this time. And as if on cue, a large horned rabbit hopped forward to challenge them.
It was larger than both goblins combined and had three horns, instead of one. The Triple Horned Rabbit was a subspecies of the Horned Rabbit, and a very tough opponent -- as the two goblins were about to find out.
Triple Horned Rabbit: 5 HP, 1 DMG
Brix: 3 HP, 2 DMG
Dar: 3 HP, 2 DMG
Edited by The Illuminati, 29 October 2016 - 01:10 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."
Bayaal successfully grabbed the horn of the rabbit and flung it around in a wild tantrum. He smashed it on the tree, on the ground, everywhere. He was so successful, Fii just stood there in awe of how much overkill Bayaal was doing. "Stoooop.....Stop Stop, its dead already." Jumping in, she grabbed his arm and calmed him down. He was feeling so ugh excitement from the rush of battle. At the same time, his anxiety was going haywire as he was so worried about screwing up that his success went to his head. "If you beat it anymore, there won't be any meat to eat.". Her movements were swift and unheard. Not sure if it was something she learned or what but she was capable of coming up to him and calming him down with very little effort. Maybe there was a bond developing. Maybe she had some hidden power of calming Bayaal. Whatever it was, Bayaal sat down and calmed his mind.
After a few moments of pondering, Bayaal decided they would split the rabbit in half. Naturally, he decided to keep the horn himself. Not sure how he would use it, but it would be valuable or useful at some point. Ripping the beast in half, Fii had gotten a fire started, something she picked up while watching the elder Gobs do it in the cave. They then cooked their food and had a meal.
"Okay, after we eat, we will keep hunting for more to stock up on. You can never have too much food.". Bayaal said to Fii as he finished his food.
"We should be careful. Other goblins are going to be looking to take our food from us." she warned.
Taking her advice, the two both got up and began to move deeper into the forest. to find more food. Fii stayed hidden while Bayaal walked in the open as if he was alone. Oh jeez. Other gobs want to steal from me and now Fii wants me to actually be out here alone? Why can't I go hide and she come out here and be the strong one.... He was scared. Even the thought of facing other goblins was a fright. But with his mask, he was going to overcome it all.
Spoiler
Name: Bayaal Personality: Bayaal is a guy who doesn't have much confidence in himself. He fights to survive but he doesn't face danger without his trusty mask on. With his mask, he feels invincible and that confidence is felt on the battlefield.
Gender: Male
Relations: Has had relations with all the ladies
Skils
Passives
- Goblin Language (max lvl, Passive)
- Night Vision (max lvl, Passive)
- Precocious (max lvl, Passive)
Within the middle of the great city, within the loft of a tall tower, we come to one of the younger souls of our little corner, Kiddeadpool. Or as so many know him to be as KDP. Brash, impulsive, and brazen, the normally mild-mannered denizens of the corner quickly came to know him as a person who wasn't afraid at all to get into the face of others. Yet he did not do this simply for the sake of intimidation, but rather he does so in the defiance of what he believes is right. Reckless in some points, and reserved in others, I can imagine that he sits quite comfortably in the corner of his home to write. Accompanied by the tall back of a stiff, but comfortable chair draped in intricate wooden ingrains and blackened leather, some could say that he looks akin to a diabolical supervillain when he writes. With a debonair smirk, he writes his descriptive passages with a distinguishable confidence. His writing tool of choice is that of a paintbrush draped in black upon papyrus or canvas. To which every single letter is written with the same kind of passion one would find when wielding a sword.
Words from Mischeif/Trouble/Fiesty-Pants/The Hawk's Eye
Before she could even react, a swift blow to the temple sent Ishi to the ground. Her eyes dazed but her consciousness no longer present; in an instant, Lulu had taken her second life. She just had to deal with the other non-sharer. then she'd be left with three lifeless bodies that she could feast on. However, the other goblin didn't waste any time and proceeded to attack Lulu. As she turned, a horn had managed to pierce her right arm, forcing her to take several steps backward, distancing herself from her attack. The adrenaline than ran through her veins made the pain she was experiencing more tolerable, but the sight of her own blood made her tremble. She started to wonder, was she about to die? Her blood reminded Lulu of the goblin she had previously killed. Although frightened, her curiosity still managed to get the best of her despite the situation. Her eyes were on her assailant, but her hand that was pressed against her wound, was now in front of her mouth. Like before, the scent of blood caused her body to tingle and the taste caused her heart to race. Lulu's instincts were heightened and the will to survive overcame her; she wouldn't allow herself to die just yet. She was finally understanding what death actually was.
Tightly gripping her branch, Lulu charged at the horn-wielding goblin. In terms of physical capabilities, it wasn't certain who was superior. From experience, Lulu measured the strength of her foes based on their size. Since both of them were practically similar in height, she was confident that she could take him out. The only aspect that she was probably inferior was their weapon. Her senses were telling her to dodge any incoming attacks from it, but her instincts simply wanted to push through no matter what. Despite her intellect, Lulu reached an acceptable compromise as she charged forward. Instead of going for the kill, she was aiming for the horn. To strike the hand wielding it or the weapon itself; these were her two options. The moment she accomplished this, she'd let go of her branch and simply rush towards her opponent. A take down was what she needed; if Lulu could achieve that, the goblin was as good as dead.
Lulu's Info
Spoiler
Name: Lulu the Goblin Appearance: What sets Lulu aside from the rest of the female goblins is her pale green skin and slit-like eyes. Her face is usually covered by her wavy ashen-gray hair. Gender: Female Personality: Lulu is inquisitive, simple-minded, and believes that might makes right.
After wandering around the forest for a bit, they soon stumbled upon their next encounter. However, their prey, a small horned rabbit along with a bigger sized one, seemed to be quite more startled than Rend and Dong were as they quickly assumed their stances. Taking advantage of this fact, she gave the rabbit horn from before to Dong as a weapon, to compensate for his banged up state, and decided that they'd go after the medium-sized rabbit first. Her reasoning was to go after the bigger one to first was simple. It was a basic intimidation tactic, by going after and taking down the biggest and strongest in a group first, it would affect the morale of the other(s), making the fight much easier.
Well, that was the theory anyways, considering their previous tactic won't work with there being two of them now. While they were both going after the medium-sized one first, she had Dong initiate the first attack to not only set up their double team by striking it while she finishes it off but to also serve as her meat shield in-case the target strikes back, the other one tries to interfere and thus shes able to respond and/or attack fails and he takes the brunt of it. It's a win-win situation, for her at least.
As Dong charged in, war cry and all, Rend followed behind, keeping a close eye on the situation.
Spoiler
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.
Brixx accepted the horn and raised it high overhead, voicing his will to find even tastier food. Soon they ventured deeper, as if on cue a triple horned rabbit appeared before them. Unlike the earlier one, this one was as big as them. Probably bigger and it had three horns instead of one but Dar simply drooled while looking at it. She imagined the lovely texture of its meat while Brixx would go about preparing it again.
She looked at Brixx and communicated a basic strategy. This time, the roles would be reversed. She'd incite the rabbit to charge her with a throw of the bloody rock she held. Attempting to sidestep and grab two of its horn which she'll use as leverage to mount it. Brixx was to stab it unless it stopped moving.
The plan was simple but everything hinged on its execution. If she scored a lucky hit, maybe she could partially blind it to stunt its peripheral vision, giving Brixx a tactical advantage. She just hoped that she could be lucky.
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.
- 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.
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
+ Precocious (Max level, Passive)
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
GM Update: Brix and Dar
Brix did his best to distract the large rabbit, allowing Dar to score a hit with her rock. The triple horned rabbit howled in pain at the loss of it's eye but quickly became enraged, and rushed Dar hoping to seek some revenge.
As it rushed passed, Brix jumped at the beast and used the rabbit horn to stab the rabbit's side. In pain once again, the rabbit shook itself furiously, throwing Brix off and trampling him at the same time. Once he was taken cared of, the triple horned rabbit continued charging at Dar.
Triple Horned Rabbit: 1 HP
Dar: 3 HP
Brix: 2 HP
Bayaal and Fii Forest Encounter 2: Triple Horned Rabbit
Attracted by the scent of roasting meat, a second triple horned rabbit appeared and found Bayaal and Fii's abandoned campsite. From there it tracked their scent through the forest until it came across Bayaal standing with his back to it. Dropping it's head, the triple horned rabbit kicked up some dirt and leaves before charging at Bayaal.
Triple Horned Rabbit: 5 HP, 1 DMG
Bayaal: 3 HP, 2 DMG
Fii: 3 HP, 1 DMG
GM Update: Lulu
Lulu dashed recklessly at Snot, who prepared to deliver yet another strike with his rabbit horn, 'The Molly'. But instead of wounding her, she aimed her attack at his weapon, disarming and breaking his hand in the process.
Stunned, Snot dropped his guard, choosing to grip his wounded hand instead as Lulu lunged for his unprotected neck. The crazed goblin then sunk her teeth into Snot's throat, ripping out a chunk of his flesh. Terrified and furious, Snot desperatly searched for a sizable stone with his good hand. Finding one, he gripped it tightly before repeatedly hitting Lulu in her face with it, knocking her away from him.
Ishi: 0 HP
Snot: 1 HP
Lulu: 1 HP
GM Update: Rend and Dong
Dong charged in, screaming like a mad-goblin. The medium horned rabbit was startled by this, allowing Dong to get in, passed it's horn, and stab the rabbit in it's eye. Rend quickly followed up, ending the rabbit's life with a single blow. The small horned rabbit though, was able to counterattack, impaling Dong with it's horn.
Small Horned Rabbit: 3 HP
Medium Horned Rabbit: 0 HP
Dong: 1 HP
Rend: 3 HP
Edited by The Illuminati, 30 October 2016 - 01:37 AM.
“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."
It truly was sweet. There was no defeat, just sweet, sweet meat. The kind Frisk was about to eat. It was quite the feat, to crush oppontents under your feet. That's right, I rhymed feat with feet. What you gunna do about eet? Nothing. It's too laete, to achieve anything-eet. This is silly. I'll probably stop now.
First things first, basking in the glory. Frisk threw his hands in the air, baring his teeth in a mixture of joy, battle fury and not to forget a little dash of pain as the action pulled on his chest wound. He was the winner. The glorious champ! The Rock would be proud of him when he told it this story. And now he was going to get what he'd earned. Food!
He grabbed the broken half of the horn from the ground and began scraping a line down the rabbit's fur, eventually opening it up. The horn had a good point to it, so it got through the flesh eventually, but Frisk couldn't help but think that maybe some sort of... edge, might be more effective at cutting things. He decided to keep his eyes open for something to fit the description in the future. He proceeded to remove the skin and fur, after a quick taste he decided the fur wasn't all that good for eating. The texture was all wrong and it didn't taste of much. He set it aside as emergency food.
And then it was on to the main course. The big deal. The reason he was here. The meat. The innards. He dived, teeth first, into a world of taste. He began chomping and chewing, slurping and slicing, gnawing and gnashing! He couldn't stop. He was on a roll. He was half way through his meal before he remembered his plans to try the meat with some of the flowers and fragrant leaves he'd brought along. The prospect of such tastes made him more excited than ever. He scrambled around on the floor suddenly looking for the leaves and such he'd dropped in the fight. After gathering them up he was in for a real treat. Some of the things he'd brought worked really well with the rabbit flesh. And so the feast continued.
When he was done Frisk smiled in satisfaction as he had a little attempt at one of the rabbit bones. This delicious, delicious Horned Rabbit, stupid and dumb as it was, had taught Frisk a valuable lesson, he thought, a lesson about the benefits of surprise. If he hadn't heard the rabbit coming at the last moment, with his mighty and powerful ears, the thing might have ran him through from behind. It could have been the rabbit that was eating right now, and he who had been killed. It was something to consider. Something to help him grow stronger. The Rock would be proud. And then a thought struck him, hard and fast like a bolt of lightning. The Rock might have been trying to teach Frisk this all along! That was why it never spoke. Silence is the key to stealth. Stealth is the key to surprise. Surprise is the key to hunting. The Rock was wiser than Frisk had ever anticipated.
With his stomach less empty, and his taste-buds sated, he sat in the sun and mused on thoughts of The Rock for a while. It was in this time that he had another thought. An idea, some might say. The idea of wearing the rabbit's skin, just like the rabbit had done. It seemed like a good idea. That way he'd have two skins. Double skin! That must be where the old saying comes from, 'Double skin, double strong.' At least, Frisk was pretty sure that was a saying. If it wasn't, it would be now. Because if he had two skins earlier, maybe his first skin wouldn't be slashed right now. Surely even The Rock could become stronger with a second rock around it. It was just common sense. So he slashed two holes in the rabbit skin and poked his arms out through it. He had the large brown rabbit fur covering his back, and coming around the front like a vest. He tied it's hind legs around his waist, it's forelegs were tied across him at arm-pit height, and the head rolled backwards, looking much like a hood. As things stood right about know Frisk was looking pretty pimpin' in his new sleeveless fur jacket.
He got to his feet and decided it was time to take this sexy show on the road. He wanted to find more things to eat. Hopefully something different, but he'd eat that rabbit again if he encountered one, that's for sure. He headed off into the foliage once more. This time though, he was putting his new found ideas about stealth into action. Hunting like a smart man. The Rock was going to be so proud of Frisk.
Stats 'n' crunch.
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 - The rock is gone, abandoned, but it's teaching's linger on. Dar has found The Rock and is using it as a weapon. May The Rock have many mighty adventures.
Lulu - Fellow survivor of The Hoppy Legs of Doom. Frisk and Lulu had a great taste-sharing idea together too, unfortunately it was cut short by an older goblin lady, perhaps they can revisit it some day.
Perhaps she had been too hasty, because Brixx got hurt due to her plan. She chided herself as she drew out another rock, this one unused. Her blood rock had found its intended target and the Rabbit was both blinded and enraged. but her plan to have Brixx attack its side was ill conveyed. He was in front of her, that meant that Rabbit would have passed him first. This was something new, she was sure that The Rock would be able to enlighten her on proximity and attack strategy, why?, because it made Frisk smart.
As the rabbit charged her, she switched the rock to the right hand and placed most of her weight on the left leg weighting for the opportune movement for rabbit to lunge at her so that she can sidestep and bring the rock crashing to the side of its blinded side. His eye was bleeding, that meant that it had skin that she can damage with her rock. She just needed to be lucky. She'll pay back Brixx for his generosity and valor. For this, this rabbit had to die.
She could feel the moment approach as she shifted weight, this strike should finish it. She could literally feel the heavenly taste of the feast that was charging her, all she needed now was complete focus.
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.
- 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.
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
+ Precocious (Max level, Passive)
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
The pain she felt cleared up her clouded mind as she distanced herself from the young goblin. With blood dripping from her nose, the sense of impeding death became stronger. Both Lulu and her opponent were on the same ship; the only question was who would come out of their fight alive. There were three possible outcomes, but due to the fear that was slowly building up within her, Lulu decided to go for the easiest one. She was definitely a predator and she was well aware that it was time to end their little bout. In an attempt to protect herself from any more attacks from her opponent, Lulu kept her guard up and crossed her arms in front of her face as she began to charge. Rock or not, she'd bear whatever attack she could and deliver one last tackle; once her opponent was on the ground, it was going to be her win. To create an scenario where she could pounce on to a downed foe was what her instincts were telling her.
Lulu was a fortunate goblin. Hopefully, her luck would remain consistent even in the predicament that she forced herself into.
Lulu's Info
Spoiler
Name: Lulu the Goblin Appearance: What sets Lulu aside from the rest of the female goblins is her pale green skin and slit-like eyes. Her face is usually covered by her wavy ashen-gray hair. Gender: Female Personality: Lulu is inquisitive, simple-minded, and believes that might makes right.
As expected, her plan was a success, made easier with Dong's war cry. Not only did he manage to unnerve the larger rabbit, allowing Rend to get in and get the kill but he also played his role as a meat shield nicely by getting impaled by the smaller ones horn. Though, can't have him exit the stage just yet.... With the smaller rabbit per-occupied with penetrating Dong, she searched along the ground and began looking for something to throw. Finding a good sized rock, she hurled it at the rabbit to separate it from Dong.
It didn't matter if it hit or not, the point was to get it to back away. Once it backed off, she quickly grabbed a fist full of dirt and, with it's full attention on her, lured it away a little before turning around and throwing the dirt in the rabbit's eyes before striking it across it's face with her claws. Without needing to say anything, it was Dong who appeared from behind, attempting to finish off the bunny.
Spoiler
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.
That.. That was easier than Lark had thought it would be. She had thought that the bigger, elder goblin would put up a great fight. Probably retaliate and half-kill her in the process. Perhaps she'd be forced to awaken her inner strength. But no; a sleeping opponent is a sleeping opponent nonetheless. She had all the time in the world to find a critical spot and strike it without any hindrance or retaliation. In a swift stroke, the owner of the hut died.
Yet, instead of exhilaration, it was dread that filled Lark's heart. After all, if a grown up goblin could die so easily, what can a small one like her do when the time comes? Surely, she now has all the things the dead gob had in life; and there are bound to be others to want it from her in turns. Will they too, come in her sleep? Will they kill her as she killed this poor soul?
Nay, no such thing would happen. Not to Lark, at least. For the elder goblin was foolish, and she is not. She had friends; fellow souls to guard her in her sleep; people to share the burden with her. A friend no other than "Poop". And she's planning to have much more friends in the future as well. She'll build her wealth and power not on herself, but on her "selves". (Or was it slaves? I don't know. This narrator seems to have a buggy language add-ons!)
Thus, Lark headed towards the window and tapped Poop's shoulder to signal him to come in as well. Inside, she pointed at the dead goblin and said, "food". Then, as the hungry male greedily gobbled the dead carcass, Lark proceed to line up her loots in front of her, and (pretend) to analyze them. Having decided that she did not understand any of them, she shook her head and put them all inside the bag she found.
Once she did so and turned towards Poop, she realized that her friend and noticed that he had eaten his fill, and was happily wiping his messy mouth.
"Fuck! I've forgotten to eat!" she (probably) thought to herself as she realized her stupidity. Then she realized that her friend was good-hearted enough to spare her some food. The heart was left untouched, along with the lungs and little bits of breast meat. And an intact arm too. The rest, however, are stripped clean to the bones. Still, it was enough for now, for Lark had decided that she's going outside to sample other foods as well later today.
Thus, with glee, she took the heart and ate it. It tasted a bit like pudding, with springy exterior and thick, liquid inside. A pleasant taste, she thought. Then she ate the lung, which tasted very tender and velvety, and very different from the heart. Truly a feast fit for a king! And finally, she tore the arm from the rest of the torso with an intention to made it a snack / chew toy on the go.
Then, looking at the bare bones of their latest prey, a brilliant idea sparked on Lark's mind. With absolute confidence in her voice, Lark commanded Poop to gather the club-like bigger bones from the arms and legs, as well as the pointy, curvy ribs. Then, with her carrying the bag full of treasures, and Poop carrying the myriad of bones, the two headed back to the central clearings, where some young goblins remain. Then, after theatrically dropping the bones to the ground, with the loudest voice she could muster, Lark declared.
"Friends! I have weapons! Come, join me! We fight together! Eat together! And git gud together!!"
She had hoped that 2 or 3 other goblins would join her rank into greatness.
Insider's Intel:
Spoiler
Description:
Lark is amongst the shortest gobs of her generation. Other remarkable visual traits include darker skin than most and an apparent lack of hair, despite her being a female.
Personality:
Lark is a curious soul. Curious, but cowardly at the same time. These two traits shaped her personality into the sneaky bastard that she is. You can always count on her to lurk around whenever something interesting is going down.
Gender: Female
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
+ Precocious (Max level, Passive)
Why did you leave me here Fii...... Bayaal continued to travel while wondering when danger would approach. He was anticipating some grand beast with 72 horns and muscles rippling all over coming to devour he and Fii and he could do nothing to save the two. Just as his mind fixated on the image in his head, he was startled by a sound in the bushes. "Whose there?" He said as he was startled and didn't know where the sound came from.
He didn't stay still, however. He kept moving as the noise seemed to follow him. At this point, he was ready to run. But, from behind, a triple
Horned rabbit had already launched an attack at Bayaal's back. He knew there was something behind him so he took out the horn he had from the other rabbit but, as he turned to face it, a Fii had launched an rock at the rabbit from in the trees. The rock was meant to intercept the rabbit before it got to Bayaal. If successful, Bayaal would have moved away fro the attack. Then, dashing towards the beast, he would thrust the horn towards the triple horned rabbit to try and kill it.
Spoiler
Name: Bayaal Personality: Bayaal is a guy who doesn't have much confidence in himself. He fights to survive but he doesn't face danger without his trusty mask on. With his mask, he feels invincible and that confidence is felt on the battlefield.
Gender: Male
Relations: Has had relations with all the ladies
Skils
Passives
- Goblin Language (max lvl, Passive)
- Night Vision (max lvl, Passive)
- Precocious (max lvl, Passive)
Within the middle of the great city, within the loft of a tall tower, we come to one of the younger souls of our little corner, Kiddeadpool. Or as so many know him to be as KDP. Brash, impulsive, and brazen, the normally mild-mannered denizens of the corner quickly came to know him as a person who wasn't afraid at all to get into the face of others. Yet he did not do this simply for the sake of intimidation, but rather he does so in the defiance of what he believes is right. Reckless in some points, and reserved in others, I can imagine that he sits quite comfortably in the corner of his home to write. Accompanied by the tall back of a stiff, but comfortable chair draped in intricate wooden ingrains and blackened leather, some could say that he looks akin to a diabolical supervillain when he writes. With a debonair smirk, he writes his descriptive passages with a distinguishable confidence. His writing tool of choice is that of a paintbrush draped in black upon papyrus or canvas. To which every single letter is written with the same kind of passion one would find when wielding a sword.
Words from Mischeif/Trouble/Fiesty-Pants/The Hawk's Eye
Forest Encounter: Fey Wolverine Lured from it's den by the scent of fresh blood, the Fey Wolverine licked it's black lips as it made it's way down the mountain and into the forest below. A solitary animal, the fey wolverine was the size of a dog but stockier and more muscular than a wolf, with a reputation for ferocity and strength and the ability to kill prey up to three times it's size.
Frisk Forest Encounter 2: Small Horned Rabbit
Frisk thought he was being clever but the trail of blood his new costume left behind, made him stick out like an open wound in a shark tank. Every eye was on him, negating his attempt at sneakiness. Pretty soon another horned rabbit was on his trail, and ready to attack.
Small Horned Rabbit 3 HP, 1 DMG
Frisk 2 HP, 2 DMG
GM Update: Dar and Brix
As the triple horned rabbit charged and missed, Dar completed her attack and ended the magnificent creature's life. Brix was all smiles. It felt good to fight. Got the blood flowing. And being dirty was nice too -- once in a while. And having the rabbit walk all over him wasn't that bad. In fact, it gave him ideas to try the samething again, but with someone else this time. Grrr~!
Rushing over to the rabbit, Brix squated in front of the carcass as he nodded his approval.
"Mhmm, mhmm. Is dead."
As a reward he offered to let Dar skin the mighty beast this time, while he would fetch the firewood.
Triple Horned Rabbit 0 HP
Dar 3 HP
Brix 2 HP
GM Update: Rend and Dong
With both bunnies now dead, the only thing Rend needed to worry about now was weather or not she would keep Dong alive, or kill him here and now. Killing him now would give her all the meat and loot, killing him later meant sharing the spoils with him and helping him back to the cave.
GM Update: Bayaal and Fii
Focused only on Bayaal, the triple horned rabbit was surprised by Fii's clever, surprise attack. It dizzied and disoriented the creature, sending it crashing into a tree, where it lay until Bayaal came up behind it and then stabbed it in the spine. Furious, the triple horned rabbit knocked Bayaal aside with it's head but realized then that it's legs couldn't move.
"Not like this," the rabbit thought. "Not. Like. This!"
“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."
Bayaal stabbed the rabbit after Fii's marksmen-like throw pegged the rabbit hard enough to throw it off of its course. Looking at the triple horned rabbit squirm, Bayaal calmly walked forward to the rabbit. It was looking to attack and Bayaal, as scared as he was on the inside, he talked himself into calming down.
The rabbit was fierce in but Bayaal could tell the rabbit knew it was over. Just then, Fii fired another rock at the Rabbits head and Bayaal aimed to impale it in the eye.
Spoiler
Name: Bayaal Personality: Bayaal is a guy who doesn't have much confidence in himself. He fights to survive but he doesn't face danger without his trusty mask on. With his mask, he feels invincible and that confidence is felt on the battlefield.
Gender: Male
Relations: Has had relations with all the ladies
Skils
Passives
- Goblin Language (max lvl, Passive)
- Night Vision (max lvl, Passive)
- Precocious (max lvl, Passive)
Within the middle of the great city, within the loft of a tall tower, we come to one of the younger souls of our little corner, Kiddeadpool. Or as so many know him to be as KDP. Brash, impulsive, and brazen, the normally mild-mannered denizens of the corner quickly came to know him as a person who wasn't afraid at all to get into the face of others. Yet he did not do this simply for the sake of intimidation, but rather he does so in the defiance of what he believes is right. Reckless in some points, and reserved in others, I can imagine that he sits quite comfortably in the corner of his home to write. Accompanied by the tall back of a stiff, but comfortable chair draped in intricate wooden ingrains and blackened leather, some could say that he looks akin to a diabolical supervillain when he writes. With a debonair smirk, he writes his descriptive passages with a distinguishable confidence. His writing tool of choice is that of a paintbrush draped in black upon papyrus or canvas. To which every single letter is written with the same kind of passion one would find when wielding a sword.
Words from Mischeif/Trouble/Fiesty-Pants/The Hawk's Eye
If she'd only have known it would come to this, she wouldn't have bothered putting the effort to prevent dong from dying. The issue at hand? Dong actually using what little remains in his head to realize that he is too hurt to continue with one last hunt and started talking about heading back to the cave. With how gung-ho he was before with the being 'mighty' schtick, you'd he'd take it as a handicap or challenge and bull through it. Honestly, he lasted longer than I expected, so I can't be too disappointed. But this is the end of the line.....for him...
Rend managed to convince him to stick around until at least they finished eating before they head back to the cave. She had him sit down, telling him that she'd serve him his meal specially along with a 'gift' for 'being so brave in battle today'. Suffice to he turned red as his imagination ran wild, regarding how she'll 'reward' him, and started getting nervous. Ripping off some thigh meat, his favorite cut, she sauntered over to him, gave him his meal and asked him to close his eyes for his reward. Doing as he was told, he closed his eyes with a big smile as Rend put her left hand on his cheek.
However, instead of the reward he thought he was getting, instead he was given something else, much to his horror. With a tremendously strong grip, her claw like fingers dug into the back of his head, keeping it in place as she drove her right hand into his chest. Eyes wide open now, Dong wasn't even allowed to scream as Rend quickly re-positioned her left hand to his throat. Looking into her eyes for the first time, which has always been covered by her long hair, the blood drained from his body as he met her cruel gaze, now 'seeing' Rend for who she truly was.
"You served your purpose as my shield quite well but now, your usefullness is at an end. Rejoice as you managed surpass my original evaluation of you. Farewell." She smirked as she finished him off by crushing his neck. Pulling her hand out of the chest of the now lifeless Dong, which is now covered in blood, she brought it to her mouth and licked it clean. Compared to the blood of the rabbit's, Goblin blood tasted quite disgusting. She can't even begin to imagine how the rest of him would taste. Disgusting...
With her dead weight now being dead, she proceeded towards collecting her loot. Having ripped off the creatures horns, she looked at her haul and tried to think of a better way to carry it all. It was when she got an idea and started skinning the rabbits. The idea was using their fur to carry her things. She can use the smaller one to wrap it around her waist like a belt where she can tuck the horns in the waistband and the larger fur to carry larger items (or meat) by placing them in the middle and folding/packaging it. Well anyways, that was the idea but with that out of the way, it was time to eat.
Rabbit meat washed down with Rabbit blood was good and all but she wondered if something else was out there. Rend wasn't exactly starving but before she went back to the cave, she wanted to at least bring back something other than a trio of rabbit horns (having recovered the one she gave Dong). Looking at the sky, she could surmise she had time for at least one more hunt. Well, better make the most out of it.... However, before taking off, she went back to Dong's corpse, hacking it up and wrapping it up in the larger rabbit fur for potential use in her third encounter as bait. He may be dead but Dong will still have one last use. Let's see if any creatures find you tasty Dong!
With her deed done, Rend was off towards her last encounter of the day.
Spoiler
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.
GM Update: Bayaal and Fii
And with that, Bayaal and Fii had survived their second encounter. Bayaal was a bit roughed up, but nothing too serious. It was getting late now, but there was still enough light left for one more hunt. And so they set about dealing with the triple horned rabbit before moving on.
Triple Horned Rabbit 0 HP
Bayaal 2 HP
Fii 3 HP
GM Update: Lark, Poop, Biggs and Wedge
"Friends! I have weapons! Come, join me! We fight together! Eat together! And git gud together!!"
Some of the goblins that were still in nursery had just come back from the village or forest, and so weren't that impressed with Lark's old, pile of bones. The two that were too scared to leave on their own however, saw opportunity present itself and quickly agreed to join Lark on her quest to "git gud".
Their names were Biggs and Wedge. And once they stepped forward, Lulu heartily greeted them before giving them a share of her loot and discussing a battle plan. The idea was for both teams to head into the forest and hunt.
Fluffy had stopped by just then to see how things were going, when he noticed Lark's little war meeting. Walking over, he complimented her on her new items and talked a little about her new book, a romance novel. It was written in human and explored the sexual relationship between a wealthy, elf nobleman and his voluptuous housekeeper, a female lizardman. Oh my! Who knew Lark was into such things?
He also explained what the two reagents were, and that the embereyes were actually seeds from the Ember plant, which was why they looked like smoldering stones and radiated a gentle heat. When eaten, they would restore up to 2 HP, but were mainly used to craft potions.
The black cohosh on the other hand, was the dried root of the Cohosh tree, long known for their medicinal properties. Eating the root would help improve health over time, but again, it was mainly used to craft potions, or in tea.
GM Update: Lulu
Seeing the crazed look in Lulu's eyes, Snot decided it was better to turn and run. She obviously didn't know her limits and clearly didn't care if she died or not, so Snot decided to leave before things got worse for him. He still had to make it back to the cave afterall, then up the slippery path and across the lake...
If he stayed here, he would die for certain and he couldn't, his legacy was only just beginning. He was going to be someone powerful one day, someone important. Someone..! Then like a bull, Lulu threw herself at Snot's back, knocking him to the ground. Everything faded to black then but in the darkness of his final moments, he saw a world where he was a king and died with a smile on his face as Lulu ripped through his neck with her teeth.
Snot 0 HP
Lulu 1 HP
Edited by The Illuminati, 31 October 2016 - 02:39 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."
Silently sitting on the ground and smothered in blood, Lulu panted as the rush she had felt was slowly dying down. Her eyes wandered from side to side in an attempt to take in all that had happened. In the span of a few minutes, she was left with the corpses of two of her fellow goblins and one horned rabbit. It took her a while, but she finally understood. Despite the condition she was left in, Lulu knew that she was strong.
"Luuu. Luuuu. Dooo. Goooood." she said to herself while panting. It seemed like her newborn body was showing the limits of what it was capable of. However, it appeared that her stomach had different plans. Priority wasn't resting and recuperating, but eating. There were three bodies Lulu could feast upon, it would be a shame if she just left them there.
With this thought in mind, Lulu dragged around her worn-out body and began taking apart the horned rabbit's body before tossing the bite-size pieces she tore off into her mouth. It was a symphony of flavors coupled with a good amount of drool and blood; Lulu couldn't contain herself. She continued to shove meat into her mouth and gnawed on the rabbit's bones as if the fatigue she felt not long ago soon vanished.
The three lifeless bodies were crudely handled as Lulu simply took her time and ate to her heart's content. After Lulu was done with them, the only things that were left were scattered pieces of flesh, dried up pools of blood, and piles of bones. With her stomach full and belly quite protuberant, Lulu had ample time to recover. With the spirits high and body slightly rested, she happily returned back to their cave.
Aside from the blood that covered Lulu's body, a momento that would remind her of her accomplishments that day was her newly acquired rabbit's horn.
Lulu's Info
Spoiler
Name: Lulu the GoblinAppearance: What sets Lulu aside from the rest of the female goblins is her pale green skin and slit-like eyes. Her face is usually covered by her wavy ashen-gray hair.
Gender: Female
Personality: Lulu is inquisitive, simple-minded, and believes that might makes right.
Dar smiled brightly at Brix as he squatted in front of the dead rabbit before giving his approval to let her skin it. She asked for the sharp stone that he had crafted for skinning and set about the deed while he ventured deeper for gathering the firewood. Dar patiently recalled what she had noticed the ashen one do. She started with the underbelly and cut a big straight gash, she made sure that she kept the rabbit skin that they were carrying under it so that no blood was wasted.
She then proceeded to carefully cut the sinew from the muscles and skin it carefully with minimum cuts on the fur. Something inside told her that they more intact the fur, the better it would look and feel. She had carefully observed the ashen one do this and was proud of her recalling ability with such stuff. Like Frisk's teacher, Brixx was also a great teacher, his actions always spoke for themselves.
She then proceeded to cut up the meat as best as she could. She kept the soft organs inside like they had done with the earlier one. After grilling, it brought out a succulent flavor from them so she was sure to not accidentally cut into them. Brixx soon appeared with the firewood and proceeded to spitroast the mighty rabbit, it was a lot heavier than the earlier one, seeing as it was nearly twice as big as them perhaps it would even dwarf the mighty grandpa. It was still a mystery as to how they had managed to kill him? Perhaps having more numbers in a fight played some roll or maybe it was something else, she'd make sure to ask grandpa about this. Dar proceeded to give the horns from their recent kill to Brixx as she took the bloodied smaller horn from him.
She had a weird fetish for bloodied weapons it seems as her earlier rocks had found her way back with her. Secured in her loincloth.
They both ate in silence, Dar occasionally stealing glances at Brixx and blushing slightly. Was this love?
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.
- 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.
Skills:
+ Goblin Language (Max level, Passive)
+ Night Vision (Max level, Passive)
+ Precocious (Max level, Passive)
+2 Athletics
+2 Fight
+2 Brawling
+2 Notice
Edited by Diabolical Rhapsody, 31 October 2016 - 04:03 PM.
Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Bayaal sat and rested for a bit. That battle caused him some pain. He wasn't too hurt but he knew he did not enjoy being hit. He needed more. More protection. He did not like being injured. Fii showed up and sat next to him. She could tell what Bayaal was feeling. He had learned what it felt to be attacked. She, more than any other goblin, could sort of tell the facade that Bayaal was putting on. He acted tough but was scared. She didn't know what to do so she did the only thing she could.
"Whose sitting there all sad. You are the invincible Bayaal!! The strongest goblin around. Nothing can stop the unstoppable Bayaal!!" Nice words that gave Bayaal strength. So ugh so that he felt rejuvenated!!! He was ready for another challenge. With a loud roar, he and Fii were both pumped for the next battle, no matter how tough it may be.
They divided the horns among each other and took the hide of the beast to be used as a makeshift sack to hold the meat. With both having two horns each, they were ready to fight and survive.
Spoiler
Name: Bayaal Personality: Bayaal is a guy who doesn't have much confidence in himself. He fights to survive but he doesn't face danger without his trusty mask on. With his mask, he feels invincible and that confidence is felt on the battlefield.
Gender: Male
Relations: Has had relations with all the ladies
Skils
Passives
- Goblin Language (max lvl, Passive)
- Night Vision (max lvl, Passive)
- Precocious (max lvl, Passive)
Within the middle of the great city, within the loft of a tall tower, we come to one of the younger souls of our little corner, Kiddeadpool. Or as so many know him to be as KDP. Brash, impulsive, and brazen, the normally mild-mannered denizens of the corner quickly came to know him as a person who wasn't afraid at all to get into the face of others. Yet he did not do this simply for the sake of intimidation, but rather he does so in the defiance of what he believes is right. Reckless in some points, and reserved in others, I can imagine that he sits quite comfortably in the corner of his home to write. Accompanied by the tall back of a stiff, but comfortable chair draped in intricate wooden ingrains and blackened leather, some could say that he looks akin to a diabolical supervillain when he writes. With a debonair smirk, he writes his descriptive passages with a distinguishable confidence. His writing tool of choice is that of a paintbrush draped in black upon papyrus or canvas. To which every single letter is written with the same kind of passion one would find when wielding a sword.
Words from Mischeif/Trouble/Fiesty-Pants/The Hawk's Eye
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