Earth: 1,000 Years After the End

Drakey

A shape-shifting Dragon God
Earth, once vibrant and full of life was decimated. Humans had advanced to reaches unknown. They had become the masters of all that laid before them. But their greed and hunger destroyed them. It devoured them from the inside out. They fought among themselves, as they had done so often before. However, this time it had been different. This time they used everything as a weapon. Life could not continue as it had been. Humanity twisted it, creating monsters to destroy each other, both small and large.

Then Humanity wiped itself of the face of the Earth. They had twisted their own form without realizing it. They had become a multitude of different races. Humanity left behind all of their creations, and all of their mistakes. Across the entirety of Earth life has become unstable. It can change in the blink of an eye. Great sources of power are everywhere, left by the Human's ignorance.

This is the world you live in, the one you were born into. This is the world that you will explore, the world that you will discover. You will face hardships, but the rewards will be great. You will change depending on your actions. How you fight, how you talk, how you sleep. The answers to these questions will determine everything about you. Go on, take a step, and open your eyes.

(@Enki @SedentaryCobra )
 
Vuatz Einuk - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

Tattered grey flags rippled gently in the breeze of the lake as the tribe of gnolls began to set camp in the early morning. The shadows stretched long over the beaten crossroads, the air still nipping at the travelers who walked along the path in the hours of dawn. The gnolls, with their dull banners flying from several poles, began their morning ritual. Clear, frigid water was pulled from the lake. Some cast lines upon the lake in the search of a meal, while others took with bow and spear into the nearby woods in search of what food they could find. Still, others began to tend to pack animals, and some began to lay out the bits and pieces of machinery that they made their life scavenging and selling.

With long, grassy plains stretching out one way, the woods to another, and the lake behind them, the gnolls, felt secure in their location, despite being in an often hostile land. They had camped here upon several occasions over the past, with little incident. Still, one could never be too careful, and guards sat upon the perimeter, hidden, and vigilant for approaching enemies.

Vuatz wandered the camp with staff in hand, claws curled around its tarnished wooden surface. It was his task, as it usually was, to talk with any visitors who might arrive. He rocked back and forth between his bare feet to get the blood flowing. He leaned on his staff, and peered into the horizon. Who knows what the day may hold.
 
GM - Drake; Canton Lake, Oklahoma

A small band of goblins traveled towards the small trading post. It was one of the few free zones around. The Goblin's group was bloodied and ravaged. Based on their copper armor and weapons, along with the banner they carried, the group appeared to be a war party. A very large War Party, that is. However, their number was few. Only five were uninjured. the rest, of which there were ten, were varying between scratches and missing limbs.

In the Goblin's tongue, their commander, or at least whoever was in charge, shouted at them. Every goblin that could stood straight. They would not let others see them as weak. Defeated, maybe, but never weak. In this style the tattered group slowly stumbled into the town. As the goblins came into view, all could see that women and children were part of their march.

The same one that spoke earlier came forward. His gait slightly off-centered. It was obvious that the goblin had suffered an injury on his right shin. A large blood stain had seeped through his ripped pants. Reaching out to a random gnoll, the goblin spoke, " Einuk. Where is Vuatz Einuk. I am here for him." The goblin's control over the common tongue was abysmal. His guttural accent butchering most of the words, but he managed to get his meaning across anyways.

Suddenly, the goblin fainted and slumped to the gnoll's feet. Alarmed, the other goblin warriors rushed to their young chieftain. Surprisingly, the unconscious goblin had been the most injured of all of them. His wounds revealing themselves as he bled through the cloth on his arms, chest, and legs. The robed gnoll that the goblin had spoke with sighed as he, himself, was Vuatz Einuk.
 
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Hctib Yob - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

The wind howled as a small furry creature went about it's business scavenging for food. It had not noticed a small green creature blending into the foliage stalking it with a murderous grin forming on his toothy maw. "HHHHCCCCTTIIB YYOOOOOOB" The imp screamed as he flew towards the little creature with his knife drawn. The creature had early warning from the scream and galloped away but Hctib chased it anyway. After an exhausting chase Hctib lost the dear, fell fatigued then breathed heavily as his stomach grumbled.

He was still hungry so he went to a nearby log and turned it over. He saw various insects squirm and flee from him but he took fistfuls of the crawling bugs and ate them with vigor. When the rotting log was clean of insect Hctib still felt hungry and so went to search for more food.
 
@Stoic

Around the small imp were several more rotting logs. They all had a variety of insects both within and underneath them. However, if one was to keep a clear eye out, then they would see the small herbs that grew on them. There was a variety of herbs, with a variety of uses. Suddenly, a small rabbit jumped out from underneath the right-most log. It was a female rabbit with light brown fur. Light squeeks could be heard coming from underneath the log, but these sounds could only be heard by the practiced ear.

Farther down, the middle log housed a foot-long lizard. The lizard had a red, triangular head and a long brown tail. Within its mouth were several poisonous fangs. All of which would be able to kill an imo several times over.

Behind the imp laid a somewhat large town that stood next to a lake. The town, called Canton Lake, was lead, although unofficially, by a Vuatz Einuk. The Old Gnoll had demonstrated his wisdom over and over, never letting others think otherwise. A band of goblins entered the town as the imp stood there. However, they did not seem to have any food.

(Hunt Rabbit -> Get fur; opens up an area with baby rabbits; can make it your home for a short time
Hunt Lizard -> Will get scales, better armor material than fur; gets poison sacks; will evolve a little if successful
Pick Herbs -> While not very filling these herbs have multiple uses; 5x health herbs, 3x paralyzing herbs

Start post with Hctib starting the action he chooses to do, based off of that post [how descriptive or well done it is] the result of the encounter will be decided; better post = better loot/ higher chance of completing the action)
 
Canton Lake:

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Vuatz Einuk - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

Vuatz did not respond to the goblin for several long moments, staring down at his bleeding form. Helping the band of goblins could bring more danger than it was worth to save them. Even if they weren't persued, there could be problems from the goblins themselves. Disease, betrayal, disputes between them. Vuatz preferred to avoid it all. In reality, the decision should be made by the tribe's elder shaman, and not him, the junior, but his older counterpart had spent most of his hours in his tent, withdrawn from the world. Vuatz was left the de facto leader in times like these.

Gesturing to a longhouse on the near edge of the town, he helped to carry the unconscious goblin towards it. The goblin had called his name, and more likely than not, the information he had was germane to their tribe. He briefly pondered whether he did the act out of selfishness, mentally consulting the old hymms and mantras he had learned over the years, but dismissed the thought.

Pressing open the heavy, rotting wooden door, Vuatz helped haul the inured goblin onto a large table in the center of the room. He looked up at the tarpaulin, still dripping water from the dew that had gathered on it overnight. The goblins should be safe enough, here. It was a fair distance from their camp, and kept them fairly well hidden. Usually, the group maintained several of the building in the abandoned village, in case more permanent structures than tents might be needed. The longhouse was one such structure, one they usually reserved for medical purposes. But today, it was for the band that had shown up on their doorstep.

Walking to the corner, Vuatz brushed aside a layer of dirt and straw to reveal a trapdoor set into the earthen floor of the cabin. Opening it, he revealed a cache of medical supplies, and well preserved food. Usually the tribe kept small stashes such as this one well hidden, in the case of emergencies, but this one was old, and most of the supplies, despite various methods of preservation would begin to spoil soon. Vuatz felt no qualms about letting the goblins use them.

"The supplies are yours to take." He said, silver eyes gazing over the battered group. He retrieved the staff he had set against the door frame, long claws curling around its familiar surface once more. The metallic fetishes adorning the top jangled as he moved it. "You will be safe here, for now. When you are ready to talk, have one of your number ask someone for me. I will come." He spoke in common, with a strange, blended accent from many different places. He avoided speaking in the goblin tongue. He knew it well enough to follow a conversation, but more than once had a dispute been caused by a misspoken word or poor translation. Vuatz's ears twitched as he heard the high pitched cry of an imp in the distance, but he thought nothing of it.
 
GM @SedentaryCobra

A goblin, slightly younger than the impromptu chief, hurriedly grabbed the supplies from in front of the gnoll shaman. The girl, her gender distinguishable by her slightly thinner frame and clothing, backed off from Vuatz. Taking the medicine to the Chief, she stood on the other side of him. Then, in goblinish, she spoke to another goblin, <Gather the wounded, bring them to me Widuak. Then speak with the gnoll.> The goblin, Widuak, scurried to do as the healer told him. He dragged the ten wounded soldiers to the woman, laying them out next to each other. The goblins grunted in pain as the young warrior moved them none too gently. His job completed, Widuak turned to the shaman.

"Gnoll, you must be Vuatz Einuk." He said in well-spoken common. "We are the Bandoin Tribe (pronounced band-O-in). We were once prosperous, lying only fifteen leagues from this town. We know of your name from our tribe's traders. They had told us of your justice, and they were not wrong." In reverence, Widuak fell to the ground, kneeling on his right knee. Then he continued, "A great beast attacked one of our hunting parties. The survivors brought back tales of its feircesomeness, however, we put far too much trust in our warriors and weapons. We gathered a war party and set out for its hide." Widuak caught himself as his voice was about to come out in a light wobble. The sorrow of their losses was catching up with him. "The beast attacked our home, and killed many of our mothers, wives, and children. When we returned, we found our home on ruins. Then the beast attacked us. It killed most of our war party. We, the few you see before you, are all that is left."

Pausing, Widuak stood up, he looked Vuatz dead in the eye and spoke plainly, "Our chieftain, the one who lays on that table there, came here in search of a home. We come here as allies. We come here for allies. We came to beseech you for help in ridding our homelands of this menace."

(obvious options:

Help the Goblins -> unknown
Refuse the Goblins -> unknown

Can do hidden options)
 
Hctib Yob - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

Hctib was stuffing his face with delicious centipedes when he noticed a large red lizard in the distance. The green Imp and red Lizard locked eyes with each other tension palpable in the air as the two tried to decide who was the predator and who was the prey. Hctib slurped a long worm like spaghetti then slowly and awkwardly drew his knife up. He thought that the lizard looked delicious it might have tasted like ketchup because it was red which he loved. The Lizard sensing danger gave a horrifying hissss to which the Imp replied "YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS!!! I WILL EAT YOUR FACE THEN TURN YOUR CHILDREN INTO CUSTARD!!" He screamed.

The lizard was intimidated but neither of the two small creatures made a move as they circled each other. Hctib's mouth watered as he fantasized about eating the delicious red creature and the lizard could tell as the Imp drooled a trail wherever he moved. The final straw was when Hctib's stomach grumbled and he knew that he would die of starvation if he didn't eat the creature.

Hctib charged at the Lizard but it was prepared and so the reptile lunged at the Imp's hand making him drop his knife. Not to be outdone Hctib brought the red meal to his head, chomped down on the creature's side then shook it like a rabid dog with a bone. The imp flung the red-meal towards a nearby tree which it hit with a thud. The Lizard stood up with a limp and the two creature looked at each other again. Both were bloody but only the Lizard limped. Instead, Hctib had a hunger in his eyes, a burning insanity. He could feel the poison in his vein but that didn't matter. He had tasted the creature and it was exquisite. He had to have more

With no intention to live Hctib charged at the lizard who was still in too much pain to properly respond. The imp grabbed the beast by the tail and the head, sunk his teeth into it's neck, then pulled ripping the Lizard's throat apart. Hctib swallowed as a fountain of blood covered the imp from the Lizard's mangled corpse. With no time to waste the Imp had his bloody feast as he tore the broken reptile apart. After his heavenly meal Hctib collapsed in euphoria as the poison made it's way through his body. He smiled as everything went dark
 
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Kurtel, Oregon

Kurtel's head was within his own world, as he began his morning ritual of waking up in the early morning within his own home. The clan of soldiers were settled on around here, as he trained for under his lord. The place appeared secluded, and right now, it appeared to be almost empty with the quietness. Possibly because it was quite early. But there were a few people out to keep watch. Kurtel eventually got dressed for the day, and peaked out of his room, wondering if he should begin training or not. He was still relatively new and inexperienced, being young.

They had stayed here at this wide, general area, as a feudal kobolds civilization, for quite a while it seemed. Nearby, the region was surrounded by rugged cliffs and rough hills, followed by plenty of disappearing lakes. There were few beautiful places here, but it was one that could be felt relatively secure.
 
Vuatz Einuk - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

The gnoll listened with half closed eyes, pondering what he said. He gave a deep, grumbling sigh as he lost himself in thought, passing his weight between each foot and the staff. He began to speak, eyes still distant.

"Our people scavenge the deep places of the world, moving though the rusting carcasses of these dead gods in search of pieces of technology inhabited by age old machine spirits. Our warriors are well trained, but far too few in number. If the soldiers of Bandoin, more numerous and honed through decades of fighting on these borderlands, failed to kill this beast, I can hardly imagine how the men of the Gray Wanderers can help." He realized, though, that they would need to deal with such a beast. It was most likely wounded and weak, and having it ambush them at a poor time could be disastrous. Perhaps...

"That does not mean, however, that I will not help." He opened his eyes slowly, and stared at Widuak. "The hunters and warriors will not be a match for this beast. We do, however, have other men, ones who deal pound for pound in salt, blood and steel, who recite the liturgy of dead gods, and walk to battle with the spirit mantras on their lips." His tone edged of fanatical as he spoke, but he quickly calmed himself. He knew how most reacted to their machine worship, and didn't want to come to blows with them over religion. Still, he made sure to keep his back to the open door, and the goblins in front of him, just in case he needed to run. Even with so many injured, he was still outnumbered five to one.

"The Machine Priests wield the power of age old artifacts, inhabited by the spirits of old. Anointed by the fallen gods, and skilled in combat, they may be able to deal with your beast. I would lead a quorum to deal with this threat, personally. I would ask, however, that one of your number help to locate the beast. We will not walk blindly into the lion's den." He heard once more in the distance the screaming of an imp, but even his keen hearing couldn't make out the words. Internally, he shrugged.
 
@Stoic GM -Drake

Unknown to the poor imp, the lizard had bit his hand. Its poisonous fangs sinking into the skin. Hctib was dying now, but with pain comes growth. In his sleep, the imp grew by an inch, now standing 7" tall. His tail grew by several,long enough to wrap around his legs with a pointed, barbed tip. As he laid there sleeping, a drop of weak poison leaked out from the tail's barb. Continuing to change, Hctib's horns grew. They were slightly longer, and were no curving forwards. His mouth elongated ever so slightly, revealing rows of sharp teeth. However, his canines were hollow. Within them laid a weak poison, the same as in his tail. Sadly, these new fangs can be broken easily.

As his body mutated, Hctib absorbed the poison from the lizard. Red markings appeared on his greenish skin, a gift from that very same lizard. Suddenly, the imp's body stopped changing. The lizard's ravaged corpse still laid there by him. The rabbit had fled back into its home, the entrance now concealed. Strange herbs continued to abound among the fallen logs and this copse of trees. Sounds floated down to Hctib from the town of Canton Lake.

[OOC]

Evolved - weak poison, taller, pronounced horns
Lizard - No usable hide, can harvest: bones, poison sacks, teeth, claws
Rabbit - gone, cannot return to
Herbs - different kinds, effects based off of their descriptions
Canton Lake - Read GM post for SedentaryCobra
Hidden Options - Surprise me

[OOC]
 
@budgiebird GM - Drake

The Lord of The Canyon Region, which laid close to the southern border of the Ganda'll Empire, was named Furanst.

A messenger suddenly arrived from across on of the many bridges that connected these lands with their Emperor. The messenger was out of breath, his paws split open and caked with dried blood. His boots had given way long ago on his journey. With a letter for Lord Furanst from the Emperor himself, the young Kobold collapsed in the center of the Lord's city. With soft words, the messenger spoke to the guards that had rushed to his aid. In the tongue of Kobolds, he muttered, {Enemies, south...tell the Lord...prepare for war...} Then, with his sacred task completed, the Kobold sighed his last breath and passed into the realm of the gods. Soldiers and villagers alike mourned the death of this brave soul, and like wildfire, rumors began to spread. Rumors of terrible beasts, rumors of the Lizardfolk far to the south, rumors of the gods returning to these lands.

However, the truth was much more mundane. A Kobold Lord, at the southern border, had rebelled. The Lord's troops had already defeated a number of other Lords in a series of lightning fast surprise attacks. The Emperor, himself, had only heard the new several days prior to the messenger arriving in Lord Furanst's lands. It was that very same messenger who brought the Emperor the news of revolt. Now, with his task complete, Lord Furanst will prepare for war. The smoky columns of fire as brother fought brother could already be seen on the horizon of the future.

Kurtel, of course, knew none of this. However, he had seen the messenger. It peaked his interest, but today was his free day and plans for hunting in his Lord's eastern region had already been made.

[OOC]

Look into the Messenger - Learns of rumors, unknown
Goes Hunting - Gains some supplies, unknown
Hidden Options - Surprise me

[OOC]
 
Vuatz Einuk - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

The gnoll listened with half closed eyes, pondering what he said. He gave a deep, grumbling sigh as he lost himself in thought, passing his weight between each foot and the staff. He began to speak, eyes still distant.

"Our people scavenge the deep places of the world, moving though the rusting carcasses of these dead gods in search of pieces of technology inhabited by age old machine spirits. Our warriors are well trained, but far too few in number. If the soldiers of Bandoin, more numerous and honed through decades of fighting on these borderlands, failed to kill this beast, I can hardly imagine how the men of the Gray Wanderers can help." He realized, though, that they would need to deal with such a beast. It was most likely wounded and weak, and having it ambush them at a poor time could be disastrous. Perhaps...

"That does not mean, however, that I will not help." He opened his eyes slowly, and stared at Widuak. "The hunters and warriors will not be a match for this beast. We do, however, have other men, ones who deal pound for pound in salt, blood and steel, who recite the liturgy of dead gods, and walk to battle with the spirit mantras on their lips." His tone edged of fanatical as he spoke, but he quickly calmed himself. He knew how most reacted to their machine worship, and didn't want to come to blows with them over religion. Still, he made sure to keep his back to the open door, and the goblins in front of him, just in case he needed to run. Even with so many injured, he was still outnumbered five to one.

"The Machine Priests wield the power of age old artifacts, inhabited by the spirits of old. Anointed by the fallen gods, and skilled in combat, they may be able to deal with your beast. I would lead a quorum to deal with this threat, personally. I would ask, however, that one of your number help to locate the beast. We will not walk blindly into the lion's den." He heard once more in the distance the screaming of an imp, but even his keen hearing couldn't make out the words. Internally, he shrugged.
@SedentaryCobra GM - Drake

Widuak sighed as he heard the Shaman's words. All tribes close to Canton Lake knew of the Priests of the Grey Wanderers, and every tribe was afraid of them. It has been the only reason why this little Gnoll outpost had been allowed to stay.Turning to take a look at the Goblin healer, Widuak responded to Vuatz, "My Chieftain instructed us to receive any and all help. As such, that is what I shall do." Sighing once more, he continued, "My name is Widuak, while I am young, I was the son of our tribes greatest Shaman. For that reason I will lead you to where the beast has attacked. All of our warriors who can still stand will come as well. Though, I cannot say that the beast won't try to attack us in secret, as that has been its prerogative in all our dealings with the damned creature. You have our allegiance, Shaman of the Grey Wanderers." Widuak kneeled, his right knee touching the ground. The rest of the warriors, of which there were four, kneeled in the same manner.

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The Warrior-Priests of the Grey Wanderers were few in number. They are isolated, preferring the company of old metal to living beings. There are some in the ruins of Longdale, which lies 1.5 miles to the east of the lake. Others explore the ruins of Canton, resting 1.5 miles to the south of the lake of Canton. In total, there are ten of them. However, it will take precious time to find them all and convince them to this cause. While most will follow Vuatz, there are some that will not. These few are the most powerful of the Prieasts, having traveled the farthest and deepest.

[OOC]

Recruit Priests - Takes time, more firepower, unknown
Send out search party - unknown
Hidden Options - Surprise me

[OOC]
 
@SedentaryCobra @Stoic @budgiebird

GM - Drake

70 Miles East of Canton Lake; 1 month earlier, Stillwater

CRASH!!!

Suddenly, the ground in the center of the wasting ruins of a place called Stillwater burst apart. A great beast that resembled all portraits of a lion crawled out. However, this lion was over ten feet tall at the shoulder, more than double the height of an average Gnoll or Goblin. Abounding among its feet were more monsters, while substantially smaller, they were just as terrifying.

The lion was black. Its mane waving in the slight breeze almost unnaturally. Long, shadow-like tendrils lashed back and forth, side to side as if they were searching for prey. The beast's empty, black eyes shone with a hunger that no natural creature could ever possess. Sadly, a sudden sound caught the creature's attention. It was a small, green, humanoid. It was a goblin, a member of that original hunting party. The great beast immediately pounced on it, ripping the creature to shreds. Then the lion moved on, leaving the body for scavengers. The shadowy lion continued on its rampage, slaughtering the hunting party.

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20 Miles North of Stillwater, Present day, a place called Red Rock

The shadowy Lion prowled around the ruins of the Bandoin Tribe's main village. There was a small sound as the tribe's old Shaman, Widuak's father, whimpered in pain. The beast heard this however, and nudged itself between the goblins' tents. A steel sword, the only one belonging to the Bandoin, was impaled in the beast's side. This sword belonged to the old chieftain, who had been slayed by the lion, and belongs to the tribe's new chieftain. Numerous spear wounds had been afflicted on the creature's back right leg, causing it to limp ever so slightly.

The Shaman listened as the terrible shadow crept ever closer. With his leg crushed, the goblin knew that he could never escape. He clutched at the wood and copper talismans that hung around his neck, saddened by the thought that he never got the chance to hand them down to his son. Gripping the copper spear in his aged hands, the shaman awaited his impending end. Sure enough, the lion ripped away the canvas tent that had covered the old goblin. With the very essence of death staring him down, the shaman lashed out. While he was weak with age, adrenaline and fear lent themselves to his swing. The copper spear embedded itself in the shin of the beast's front right leg. The blade went through its skin as though it was shadow, clanking against something on the inside. A ringing sound, much like when metal hits metal, reverberated throughout the old camp.

Still, the spear held, having embedded itself within something much softer than metal. With this task done, the old shaman looked up at his foe. His last view was of the creature chomping down on his head, cracking his skull, ripping it from his neck, and flinging the shaman's head far away. While Widuak's father died that day, his final attack may prove to be what will save them all.

The lion stepped away in search of more prey, limping as both of its right legs were now slightly crippled. The shadowy beast picked up the trail of the survivors of the massacre. It wanted them dead, the unnatural hunger in its dead eyes flaring up once more.

The beast was on its way to Canton Lake.

[OOC]

It will take 2-3 weeks of ingame time for the monster to reach the village at Canton Lake.
This is OOC information. No characters have any knowledge on the beast's whereabouts whatsoever. Do not metagame.

[OOC]
 
Kurtel went ahead to try and look into the messenger. He noticed the messenger appear, as soon as he walked out from his humble home. He reconned that figuring out the answers towards what just happened wouldn't take that much time, would it? he pondered for a short second. Perhaps it would be good to know what might possibly be along the future of his own clan, to hear about what he might have said before then. Though, such a thing also might be considered nosy... And, reminding himself, he had things to do anyways. He couldn't just abandon that to satisfy his curiosity! With tired eyes, he decided to gather conversations for that later.

The messenger has surely done his purpose already, from what he could see with his own eyes, may we thank for that.

He ended up deciding to mind his own business, for now, knowing that he had to gather supplies for his land. He decides to garnish his weapons and armor. He would promise himself to come back with something, then leave out for the woods, hurrying himself towards the eastern region.
 
Hctib Yob - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

Hctib woke with laughter as he felt his new form. He poked at his new canines feeling the sharpness in them and giggled. The little imp was impressed, He had accomplished so much more than any of his other brothers could ever hope for but he was still hungry. The reborn creature needed to have more, He needed to eat something bigger something more dangerous but a chef who prepared no ingredients for his meals was no chef at all. He looked around the forest until he found them, a bundle of purple, hollow, helmet like flowers that would serve him well when he needed them. The imp picked the colored flowers from the stem because he knew that even touching the purple flowers would cause annoying effects on him.

With a bundle of devil's helmet in his pocket Hctib started foraging again this time for a bud shaped flower with little strings coming off from them. When he found a patch of white snakeroot he stuffed the poison in his other pocket.

After he was done looking for spices to use the green colored imp walked back to the corpse of the lizard which he felt could still give him a decent snack. Hctib picked up the mangled and ripped body of the lizard and started to pluck little pieces of the creature to eat while he made his way towards the nearby trading post. As he neared the settlement he tried to eat the lizard's bones because he enjoyed the crunchiness. The imp's fragile teeth snapped which left him in shock for a seconds before he realized that his new features had its drawbacks. Hctib screamed in frustration, His anger boiling inside of him when he realized that he just lost the ability to enjoy one of his favorite snacks.
 
Vuatz Einuk - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

The gnoll bowed his head in gratitude, and motioned for them to stand. "We do not look to fight it yet, not yet..." He drifted off in thought. "Fighting it on our own terms would be preferable. Even with the machine priests, I still fear the devastation it could bring."

He exited the cabin, motioning for Widuak and the impromptu chief to follow. Plodding across the grassy field back to the camp, Vuatz eyes drifted side to side, scanning the horizon. The great beast could strike at any time. Perhaps it stalked the goblin band on their way to Canton Lake, and was waiting to pick off stragglers who left the safety of the camp. Gods knew some of these beasts were deathly intelligent. Moving to a small tent towards the center of the camp, Vuatz lifted the flap open, and stopped inside.

Aside from some hides on the floor, and a bedroll, not much lined the interior of the tent. It was spartan, even by the nomadic standards of the Grey Wanderers. Two small sacks sat on one side of the room. Untying one, Vuatz knelt down and rummaged within until he had retrieved an item from within.

Clutched in his hand was a small metal canister, sealed shut and topped with a slow burning fuse. Walking towards the outer edge of the camp, Vuatz began to scratch a piece of flint from his pocket against the side of the cylinder. It sparked several times before the flame finally caught hold on the fuse, and began the process of slowly burning down its tarred length. Vuatz tossed the canister into the empty field. It landed with a dull thud, and became lost in the tall grass.

"One of the Bandoin men shall accompany me, and several trackers as we search for the great beast. We will leave in a few hours time, after the machine priests loyal to me arrive. Once they see my signal, they shall come. No one of them is more than two miles away, they should be here soon. The few remaining we can gather after once we locate the beast. Then we will make the plan to kill it."

Almost on queue, the canister, hidden in the grass, began to emit a low hissing noise. Slowly at first, but growing in volume, a viscous purple smoke began to rise from the canister, spiraling lazily upward into the sky. There was little doubt it would be visible from many miles away. The smoke signal would last for several hours. He hoped it wouldn't attract any unwanted attention, although they would most likely have the forces to deal with it.

"We use the signals for long distance communication. The regents are rare enough, so we avoid the use of them. This particular color is unique to me." He mentioned offhandedly. "Hopefully that senile elder shaman doesn't make some brouhaha over this..." Vuatz muttered.
 
Kurtel went ahead to try and look into the messenger. He noticed the messenger appear, as soon as he walked out from his humble home. He reconned that figuring out the answers towards what just happened wouldn't take that much time, would it? he pondered for a short second. Perhaps it would be good to know what might possibly be along the future of his own clan, to hear about what he might have said before then. Though, such a thing also might be considered nosy... And, reminding himself, he had things to do anyways. He couldn't just abandon that to satisfy his curiosity! With tired eyes, he decided to gather conversations for that later.

The messenger has surely done his purpose already, from what he could see with his own eyes, may we thank for that.

He ended up deciding to mind his own business, for now, knowing that he had to gather supplies for his land. He decides to garnish his weapons and armor. He would promise himself to come back with something, then leave out for the woods, hurrying himself towards the eastern region.
@budgiebird GM - Drake

Time Skip - 1 week

The smoke of war was now truly visible on the horizon. The forces of Lord Furanst were called to do battle with the rebel Lord. No one knew why the Lord had turned his back on the Emperor, much less why he now seeks to destroy the Empire. However, this didn't matter, not for simple soldiers at least.

Kurtel stood with his men. He lead a small group of only ten other individuals. They had been tasked with going around to the enemy's flank and attacking from there. While they were to attack, they were not the spear point in this endeavor. a hundred other Kobolds were attacking with them, and Kurtel's men were near the back of the speared forces. The horns blew. Their forces marched. the two main armies clashed. The branch force, of which Kurtel belonged to, was soon engaged in mortal combat with the enemy. Apparently, the Rebel Lord had the same plan as Lord Furanst.

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Flee with your men - outcast, unknown
Fight - unknown
Surprise me

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Vuatz Einuk - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

The gnoll bowed his head in gratitude, and motioned for them to stand. "We do not look to fight it yet, not yet..." He drifted off in thought. "Fighting it on our own terms would be preferable. Even with the machine priests, I still fear the devastation it could bring."

He exited the cabin, motioning for Widuak and the impromptu chief to follow. Plodding across the grassy field back to the camp, Vuatz eyes drifted side to side, scanning the horizon. The great beast could strike at any time. Perhaps it stalked the goblin band on their way to Canton Lake, and was waiting to pick off stragglers who left the safety of the camp. Gods knew some of these beasts were deathly intelligent. Moving to a small tent towards the center of the camp, Vuatz lifted the flap open, and stopped inside.

Aside from some hides on the floor, and a bedroll, not much lined the interior of the tent. It was spartan, even by the nomadic standards of the Grey Wanderers. Two small sacks sat on one side of the room. Untying one, Vuatz knelt down and rummaged within until he had retrieved an item from within.

Clutched in his hand was a small metal canister, sealed shut and topped with a slow burning fuse. Walking towards the outer edge of the camp, Vuatz began to scratch a piece of flint from his pocket against the side of the cylinder. It sparked several times before the flame finally caught hold on the fuse, and began the process of slowly burning down its tarred length. Vuatz tossed the canister into the empty field. It landed with a dull thud, and became lost in the tall grass.

"One of the Bandoin men shall accompany me, and several trackers as we search for the great beast. We will leave in a few hours time, after the machine priests loyal to me arrive. Once they see my signal, they shall come. No one of them is more than two miles away, they should be here soon. The few remaining we can gather after once we locate the beast. Then we will make the plan to kill it."

Almost on queue, the canister, hidden in the grass, began to emit a low hissing noise. Slowly at first, but growing in volume, a viscous purple smoke began to rise from the canister, spiraling lazily upward into the sky. There was little doubt it would be visible from many miles away. The smoke signal would last for several hours. He hoped it wouldn't attract any unwanted attention, although they would most likely have the forces to deal with it.

"We use the signals for long distance communication. The regents are rare enough, so we avoid the use of them. This particular color is unique to me." He mentioned offhandedly. "Hopefully that senile elder shaman doesn't make some brouhaha over this..." Vuatz muttered.
@SedentaryCobra GM - Drake

Time Skip - 1 week

Seven of the Warrior-Priests had arrived only a few days after the smoke signal was released. They approached Vuatz, answering their oaths of fidelity. The oldest of which, Dorgan, lead their ragtag group. With weapons that carried metal farther and faster than the eye could see, and sticks and blades that used the god's blue power, these men were to be feared. As the gnolls prepped themselves for a terrible battle, a huge disturbance was already among them.

Trallian, The Shaman Lord of the Grey Wanderers ventured forth from his reclusive home. He had not seen the light of day in an entire year. In his crooked and aged hands he held ancient manuscripts pertaining to the gods and their rituals. He felt the breeze and smelled the danger on the air. In a crackly voice he called out, "Vuatz! My child! Come to me at once!" Trallian, known merely as Lord Shaman to many, traversed through the cobbled pathways of Canton Lake. He eventually found his apprentice and spiritual son, Vuatz, at the village's eastern edge.

"Vuatz, hear me," he said, gripping the shoulder of the taller gnoll. "An evil, the likes of which we have never seen is upon us. Look to the East! As the sun rises, so does this great enemy of ours." Then Trallian turned, noticing the Warrior-Priests and the goblins. He immediately picked out Dorgan and, surprisingly, Widuak. "Dorgan, it has been so long. You were young the last time I saw you, and Widuak," he said, turning to the young goblin, "Your father brought you to me shortly after your famed mother's death. He had me bless you in our own religion."

Both Dorgan and Widuak were surprised. Widuak stumbled as he processed what the Lord Shaman had said, "Lord Shaman, what do you mean by that? Why would my father, who denounced your beliefs, bring me to you?" Then, cutting him off, Dorgan replied to the Shaman's words, "My Lord, as you know, we were all young the last time you left that tent of yours." Dorgan laughed heartily, lightly smacking Widuak on the head, reminding him of his place.

With a crooked, aged, and knowing smile, Trallian replied, "I know that well, Dorgan, and young Widuak, your questions must wait." Then, to Vuatz, he spoke, "Look, my child, to the rising sun. Can you not see that blight of darkness?" All of their eyes traveled to the point that Trallian's outstretched hand pointed out. On the horizon stood a gigantic, shadowy lion. The was a spear embedded in its front right paw and a steel sword in its side.

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10 Miles to the East of Canton Lake, at the edge of the Horizon

It roared. The reverberating, fear-inspiring sound went across the lands. The great beast had found its prey with the help of a column of purple that had arisen in the sky. Now, the lion could smell the blood of its still-bleeding victims. With a lunge, the beast ran forward towards the small village. Its feet impacting against the soft ground. A curious imprint left behind. It appeared like a large Y with bars set perpendicular to each branch of the shape. The beast's skin did not match its actual shape. A very curious thing that is. Though, this did not distract from the deadly force the monster wielded.

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Surprise Me

Warrior-Priests: 2 have pistols, each with 5 bullets; 1 has a rifle, with 10 bullets, lever-action; 3 have highly electrified stun batons, they can kill; 2 have electrified swords; Dorgan has an emp grenade.

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