1000 years after the end Previously....

Drakey

A shape-shifting Dragon God
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    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)
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    @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)
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  8. DrakeyA shape-shifting Dragon God1000 Years After the End GM
    @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

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  9. DrakeyA shape-shifting Dragon God1000 Years After the End GM
    @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

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    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.
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    @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

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  11. DrakeyA shape-shifting Dragon God1000 Years After the End GM
    @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.

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    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.

    [OOC]

    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.
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    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.

    [OOC]

    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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    1. 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.
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      Time Skip - 1 week

      Hctib's fangs had grown back already. They returned after several days. He had also discovered that the incisors and molars in his mouth were still hard enough to chew on bones. The herbs that he had picked had dried after a while. Hctib had been unable to figure out how to use them because he lacked the proper tools and knowledge. In fact, he had no idea what they were called or how they could be used.

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      Devil's Helmet -
      This plant has many different species that are referred to with the same colloquial name. The Western Monkshood, or Aconitum columbianum, is the variety of Devil's Helmet found by Hctib. Due to the change in biology for all things, this plant has changed as well. While still poisonous, this plant has a few beneficial uses. Its roots are the most poisonous. They can be ground into powder and put into a drink with only a slight change in taste, nearly undetectable in alcohol. However, this poison is still weak and needs a considerable amount to kill a full grown human being (meaning that less is needed for gnolls, goblins, and gnomes; very little for imps). The leaves of this plant contain an extremely weak paralyzing agent that can be mixed with other herbs to produce tinctures or salves, which are generally used for medicinal purposes. The flower, though, carries a mild paralyzing agent. The petals are generally dried and used to make a tea. Depending on what else is in this tea, it can be used for a myriad of problems. However, it is typically used as a weak anaesthetic.

      White Snakeroot -
      White Snakeroot, a small, flowering plant that is found in the midwest and eastern North America, is poisonous. The poison is weak, requiring it to be ingested continuously. In this plant, the small, white flowers carry the poison. They are typically dried and ground into a powder. This powder can be used to create a salve that can be applied directly on the skin of the desired victim. While this method is slower than direct ingestion, it still works. The roots, however, contain chemicals that cause mild constipation. The roots of the plant can be ground into powder or cut up into thin slices. These slices, or powder, are typically used to make a tea to treat diarrhea, fevers, and kidney stones. However, as its name implies, the roots of White Snakeroot can be used to make a poultice for treating snakebites.

      Poison Glands (Fire-headed Lizard) -
      The poison glands of this lizard contain only a few mL of poison. While deadly to any imp, they are a mild poison to larger beings. Easily broken down by the liver, the extremely painful poison is rarely deadly. Symptoms include the feeling of one's blood being on fire. The skin around the bite marks begins to take on a slightly charred appearance. The pain typically lasts for about a day, during which the victim's entire body will experience this sensation of burning. One dose per gland. The lizard is uncommon in this area.
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      A reverberating roar echoed across the lands, reaching Hctib who was venturing around the western side of Canton Lake. Suddenly, a series of gnolls and goblins began to run around. They were grabbing weapons and arms. Mothers, wives, and children were gathering around Hctib. Every able-bodied male in sight rushed off to the eastern side of the village, regardless if they had a weapon or not. Hctib, hearing the sounds of battle being prepared, was intrigued.

      [OOC]

      Look into the commotion on the Western Side - Take part in battle, recognized by the Grey Wanderers (possibly), Unknown
      Stay on the Eastern side - unknown
      flee the village - unknown
      Surprise Me

      (Hctib, due to having no training and having done no experimenting, does not know of any of the uses of the herbs that he gathered. As such, he must find a teacher in the future. He is able to take advantage of the Lizard's poison, but does not know its limitations. His own and the Lizard's poison does not affect the monster, but Hctib does not know this. No one knows this.)

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    5. DrakeyA shape-shifting Dragon God1000 Years After the End GM

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

      "Damnation! The beast must have followed us back, else it would have never found us so quickly." Vuatz cursed. After having found the monster many days before, it must have tracked them back. It probably was on its way when it first saw the smoke from the signal, and the enticement of prey only hastened its pace. The beast was smart, that much was for sure. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage.

      "Dorgan, make you way into the watchtower. Take the Thunder Rifle with you, and wait for us to draw it into the abandoned village, away from the encampment. Those of you with the blades and bats of power, hide among the buildings. It is injured, but it will still move swift, beware. Those with the handguns, do the same."

      "Dorgan, it will be up to you to attract the attention of the dark lion. Bring the god's fury upon it from a distance, and I shall lure it towards the abandoned village. From there, we can hide among the ruins, and strike when its flanks are exposed. Wither it down, blow by blow, round by round, cut by cut. Be cautious, and strike sure and swift. If the spirits are with us, we shall lose no man today."

      "Soldiers of the Bandoin tribe, I leave it to you to strike from the shadows alongside the machine priests. Stay strong, and the Bandoin shall not lose another man to this monstrosity." Vuatz said to the goblins, gazing at them seriously.

      Turning back to them, raised his voice, and began to bark in the old dialect of the gnollish tongue that so much of their holy scripture was written in.

      "Fear is the poison of the mind,
      The poison of death and destruction.
      Fear strangles the weak and cripples the strong.
      The flesh is fallible, but machines know no fear.
      The machine spirits guide us, and keep us strong.
      We become more than gnoll to overcome.
      The fear will arrive, and the fear will pass.,
      Only the gnoll shall remain."

      Finishing the mantra, he raised his spear-staff in the air, and let out a cry. They would stop the beast, or die trying. As the rest of the men left the gnoll camp to take their positions in the abandoned village, Vuatz entered the field, calm and collected, ready to face the lion.
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      @SedentaryCobra GM - Drake

      (building numbered 2 on the map is the watchtower, forces are currently just southeast of it)

      Dorgan nodded in reply. He snatched up the rifle, feeling its great power. He had used this weapon a number of times, and he has made thousands of sacrifices to it. Dorgan, as he ran to the tower, pulled out some of those sacrifices now. They were small, long, pointed cylinders. He had taken one apart once, revealing that it was made of many parts. It had a metal jacket that carried some sort of explosive powder in it. Then the tip was put in the jacket, pressing down on the powder. It was an amazing discovery and a source of pride for himself.

      Dorgan was soon at the top of the tower. While it was only 20 ft high, it still gave him a number of clear shots on the beast. Leveling the Thunder Rifle, Dorgan looked down on his Shaman, Lord, and fellow priests. He saw as the goblins, with their flimsy copper weapons, snuck around the small buildings. He watched as the beast vanished.

      The shadowy lion's form melted away. All that was left was a titanium skeleton. Now, being much lighter, the beast ran towards the gnolls and goblins. A great crystal, in the shape of a double hexagonal pyramid, pulsated with a violet light in the beast's chest. It was a foot from tip to tip and 4 inches at its thickest.

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      Then, emerging at the edge of the village, the beast's outer skin returned to it. The lion was once more a shadowy monster. With a roar, the creature slashed at a nearby gnoll warrior. Immediately, the two Priests with pistols opened fire on the beast. Soon, they sacrificed twelve metal cylinders to the weapons, tearing through the shadowy monster. While they bullets didn't do too much damage, they did function in jamming the lion's flexibility.

      Dorgan, witnessing as the beast moved, aimed his weapon at the lion's head. With a deep sigh, expelling all air from his chest, the old priest pulled the rifle's trigger. With a sound as great as a crack of thunder, the weapon's "sacrifice" hurtled towards the creature. It hit. The lion's head snapped to the side as the bullet hit the beast in its temple. An audible crack rang throughout the village as the bullet snapped the creature's metal skull.

      The remaining priests ran up to the beast then, brandishing their electrified weapons. The goblin and gnoll warriors, sensing the shadow beast's weakness charged as well. With a roar, the beast, now clearly weakened, attempted to attack its prey. However, it didn't realize that it was the prey now.

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      Surprise me

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    6. DrakeyA shape-shifting Dragon God1000 Years After the End GM

      Kurtel looked back over his own group, noting with nervousness of the position that they had one, and only one task to fulfill. It seemed only a week ago that he was merely training, but now, he were made to not only battle, but lead a small group, it kind of surprised him to see the new responsibilities he was given. He paused his walking, and narrowed his eyes as soon as he's noted that indeed, his group wasn't the only group planning to flank his enemies. The man reached for his sword, scowling almost. Of course he would have chosen to fight. "Let us fight for our lord," he states, pulling his sword out, intending to attack.​
      @budgiebird GM - Drake

      Steel clashed, ringing in the dark woods. The two groups were engaged in a fierce battle. The Kobold known as Kurtel, who is still loyal to the Emperor, had lost no man. He himself had cut down several of the enemy already. They seemed to be nothing more than simple farmers that were given weapons. As the battle swiftly drew to a close, the surviving Kobolds, all of whom were from Lord Furanst's forces.

      However, a few of the enemy's soldiers refused to die easily. They were in great pain, but were still coherent enough to speak. With a defiant look in their eyes, the men awaited swift death.

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      question survivors - Information
      Save survivors - gain a reputation as a merciful leader
      kill survivors - your soldiers see you as a cold and ruthless leader, willing to do whatever it takes to complete a mission
      Surprise me - unknown

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    7. DrakeyA shape-shifting Dragon God1000 Years After the End GM

      Hctib heard all the commotion and figured that a hunting party was either readying for some major quarry or a group of warriors was mobilizing for war. The imp didn't really care for that but he figured that with most of the able-bodied members of the outpost leaving he could pillage the storehouses of the settlement with little risk. Once he thought the coast was clear Hctib flew into a tree where his skin barely blended into the leaves. The tiny creature watched and waited for the armed group to leave as he surveyed the area for possible places to loot.​
      @Stoic GM - Drake
 

  1. Around the small imp stood several tents and one permanent building. The permanent building was locked and fortified. Unless he came up with some ingenious way of getting in, Hctib would never be able to steal from that building. The other tents, however, are much more open. Sadly, the tents only hold small bits of dried fruit and meat along with scraps of metal. Maybe Hctib will be able to use them in some manner.

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    describe what you steal and how you steal it - rewards depending

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  4. DrakeyA shape-shifting Dragon God1000 Years After the End GM

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

    With a dance of claw of and spear and sword, the lion and men leaped around the beast, striking its unprotected flanks as the the great beast struggled to combat the many opponents it faced. The men fought cautiously, striking when sure and safe, and slowly, the number of wounds on the strange hide of the shadowy lion grew.

    Vuatz danced about it front of the lion, rarely attacking, but holding it's focus more than anything. He had grazed it several times across the neck and face as it turned to deal with those on its side. Were it not for the incredible speed of the beast, a crippling wound might have been inflicted, but unfortunately for Vuatz, he had no such luck.

    Suddenly, the lion turned to make a swipe at one of the machine priests attacking its flank. The machine priest adroitly dodged the blow by a slim margin, while still landing his own. Vuatz, prepared and seeing an opportunity, lunged forward. Lunging forward, he struck his spear directly at the chest of the monster. To his surprise, it sunk in very little, grazing the beast, and deflected off with a hurl of sparks. Vuatz dived, and rolled forward to keep his balance, throwing himself to the side of the great lion to get out of its way.

    The fight raged on for several minutes longer, moving closer and closer towards the watchtower that Dorgan lie in. Quickly, they were running out of area to fight. They would soon be in the open area about the watchtower, and the lion would be able to shred them with nowhere to hide. It was then, as his mind moved to desperation, that Vuatz noticed the tracks of the beast. Heavy, deep, and mechanical in nature. Vuatz knew what to do.

    "Dorgan! We fight a corrupted machine! Use the artifact and purge the machine spirit from the vessel, quickly!." Vuatz barked, calling for Dorgan to throw the EMP grenade. Lunging forward once more, Vuatz rammed his spear deep into the already wounded paw of the lion, driving it into the ground beneath. Exposed, Vuatz was immediately slammed in the back with the other paw, sending him tumbling a short distance. He could feel the air rush out of his lungs, leaving him unable to breathe. He could taste the warm, sticky blood oozing from the back of his mouth. The beast was trapped for the moment, but it was up to Dorgan and the other to finish the wretched machine now.
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    Dorgan immediately did as the young shaman ordered him to. Pulling the EMP grenade from the folds of his coat, the gnoll released the pin and lobbed the weapon at the creature. It landed with a thud, rolling to a stop directly underneath the beast's chest. Several seconds later, as Vuatz was flung away, the grenade detonated. With a bright, blinding flash and a web of electricity appeared. The beast screamed as its electric parts refused to work, having been shortcircuited and fried. With a great thud, the beast fell to the ground. The shadowy skin that covered it slowly, very slowly, seeped into the ground, disappearing without a trace. The creature's titanium skeleton began to show through the shadows. Its heart, the pulsating, purple double hexagonal pyramid, began to shine throughout the group. Surprisingly, it continued to pulsate.

    The battle was fierce, with several casualties. Most of which had been normal gnolls, of which five died. The Priests lost one of their number, and the goblins lost two of their precious warriors. As a result of the EMP, the electrified batons and swords refused to work anymore and would need to be fixed. The injuries were also severe. Several gnolls and another goblin faced serious injuries. A couple of the priests also had to deal with severe injuries. Out of all of the combatants, Vuatz was rewarded with the worst of the injuries. The young goblin healer, who had been wary of the gnoll at first, had ran to his broken body when the beast had flung him away.

    The process took several hours, but the healer, with the help of Vuatz's predecessor, was able to place Vuatz's broken bones in the right places. Sadly, Vuatz would remain unconscious for several more days, but not from his injuries. The gnoll's body began to change, slowly at first, then faster. He was mutating. At the end, his hair on his spine and the top of his head will stick up straight, small arcs of electricity jumping between the strands. He will grow to be 5'6", a height that towered over other gnolls. His legs and back will straighten ever so slightly. His claws will be jet black, and harder than a normal gnoll's claws. At the end of this transformation, Vuatz will be able to have some very minor control over an electrical current, along with a healthy amount of resistance to electricity.

    In this time, Trallian, the Shaman Lord of the Grey Wanderers, Studied the lion's gem-like heart. It pulsated with an unknown power. The technology behind it was unlike anything the Shaman had ever seen before. The only explanation for what it could be is that it was a physical manifestation of a very strong machine spirit. One that had been corrupted and tortured. With a grim heart, the Lord vowed that the Grey Wanderers would find the rest of these poor ,achine spirits and free them.

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    Surprise me

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  5. DrakeyA shape-shifting Dragon God1000 Years After the End GM

    Hctib Yob - Trading Post - Disputed Lands - Canton Lake, Oklahoma

    The little imp watched in the tree as the remaining non-combatant kobolds went about their day in the now mostly quiet outpost. A plan had formulated in his mind about what to do and it was time he enacted it mostly because the pathetic creature thought he might find useful things if he robbed the place. Hctib snuck between the shrubbery as an old kobold woman walked out of an empty tent carrying food and supplies to another nearby crowded shelter filled with the sickly and ill. Even though they seemed mostly ailing the Imp knew he could not fight so many people so he went into the tent that the woman had come out from which was now empty.

    Hctib guessed from nearby scraps of rotten fruit in the corner as well as a few rusty pieces of metal that this tent had been used to store some of the outpost's supplies but was now mostly bare after the warriors and the kobold woman took what few items remained. The plan however wasn't just to settle for so little but to make a distraction and so the Imp gathered dried refuse and clothing into a pile. He then took nearby metal shard and a rough looking rock then screech, screech Hctib clashed the rock and metal together screech, screech It took him many minutes and at the start he screamed Impish in frustration but he had created a spark and lit the pile of trash on fire. Afterward, the little thief ducked under one of the tent flaps as the fire started to grow.

    The green Imp wasted no time and set his eyes on his actual goal. Hctib flew towards the roof of the one building in the outpost and dug his knife in between the wooden boards. When the knife was sturdy he took a rock then started to hammer the knife in the side hoping to pry the wooden piece from the roof.

    By this time the fire had already begun to light up the top of the tent from which it had started. Various Kobolds mostly the very young or the very old rushed in confusion at the sudden blaze, They were all shouting hysterically in their own Kobold but Hctib guessed they likely screaming for water which didn't really matter to him since all the noise drowned out the sound of the Imp prying open the roof.

    After a few sturdy "Whacks" A board came loose. The green thief even though he was weak was able to pry the loose piece away with the knife and slip into the secured storehouse. He knew that the fire could still buy him a few minutes to cherry pick what he wanted so he opened a nearby light chest with a handle. The Imp had no use for things of material value like gold or silver so he started looking for things to help him. First on his list were botany books specifically those written in common which he barely understood or if he was lucky in Impish for which he was fluent. Secondly, he looked for weapons usable by someone of his stature preferably something he could use in range and finally the imp took any spare pieces of food he could reliably put into the box and carry then stuffed his pockets with random nic-nacks.

    Once his trunk of treasures was filled in a way he could still drag it, The imp unlocked the door from the inside and dragged his spoils back towards the forest preferably not using a main road. By now the fire had mostly died down and various Kobolds milled around the smoldering heap trying to find out what happened.
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    The imp was promptly surrounded by books, some food, and a hulking, metal object. The books were covered in dust and held a range of topics. While some of them were written in gnollish, none were written in common. Most of these books, though, were written in the Old Tongue. While closely related to common, they were still esoteric to anyone not versed in the past. One book, which was rather small, told of different herbs and their uses, but was written in gnollish. Several books in the building held knowledge of plants that existed in the time of the Old Ones, but are mostly irrelevant with the plants of today. On the back wall laid some bags filled with foods that do not perish easily. Some bags were filled with an assortment of cheeses, gained from trading with goblins and Lizardfolk. In other bags were dried fruits and vegetables, either traded for or made by the gnolls themselves.

    On the opposite wall from the books stood a metal colossus. It was about 7 feet tall, with a slightly hunched back and thick limbs. The machine's body was made up of steel and replacement parts built out of copper or aluminum. in its chest was a hollow vacancy big enough to hold a very large imp comfortably. Underneath this hole laid another slot which seemed to be able to fit a double hexagonal pyramid of about a foot in height. Sadly, both holes were empty. In the first hole a bunch of wires poked out. There must have been some sort of control panel there, but with the right knowledge, one could put a small cockpit there.

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    Surprise me

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  10. SedentaryCobraOuthouse Poet
    @budgiebird GM - Cobra

    The defeated band of kobolds stared back at Kurtel. Upon hearing the question, one kobold struggled tohis feet. His brown fur was matted with blood, and his leg bled profusely. He stood as straight as he could, wobbling on the injured leg, threatening to fall over, but he managed to stay upright just barely. The kobold stepped into Kurtel, his chest edging into the tip of Kurtel's weapon, biting into his skin and drawing a small trickle of blood. The kobold seemed unaware. His face was contorted in a mixture of rage and pain, and he spoke through bared teeth.

    "House Kall is the weakest of all the houses." He spurted, teeth clenched tightly. The sounds of grinding fangs were audible, even with the din of the battlefield still in the background. "For decades now, we have been the ones called upon to defend the south against the Lizardmen. This burden has fallen entirely to us. The weakest house, holding off the every lizardfolk tribe. And because we were the weakest, we were taxed the most."

    "Every time a man comes of age, he is sent to war. We are lucky if half of them come back from their first battle. And they come back to an empty table, the lands barren because all the men had to fight to keep us alive. We died from the scales, or we died from hunger." He spat angrily. "Meanwhile, the west farms the fertile lands and fishes the sea, protected by that vast ocean. The north hunts game, and is protected by the frozen fields to the north. The east mines gold and silver and iron, protected by the great mountains. And the south, the south watches generation after generation die while struggling to farm the worthless soil we are settled on."

    "That is why we fight, loyalist!" He shouted. "The emperor pushes his knife into the gut of House Kall and twists it, and you ask why we are so defiant?!" The kobold yelled at Kurtel. He pushed Kurtel's weapon up to his throat, and stared him in the eye. "Finish me know, loyalist. You'll regret all of this when the lizardfolk gut you and your family your furs."

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    The rebels explain their plight, and ask for a swift death.
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  12. SedentaryCobraOuthouse Poet
    @Enki GM - Cobra

    The alchemist's den, a wide, squat stone structure, sat on the outer edge of Dragonville. The wooden shutters over the windows were flung open, and the heavy wooden door open wide. Thin, multicolored fumes trickled from the openings, dissipating quickly in the open air. The sounds of boiling liquids poured out as well, along with the clatter of metal tins. As Slaatch approached, a lizardfolk woman stepped from the hut to greet her. Her dark green and dull gold scales were marred by a sooty residue in places, something which she seemed apparently unaware of.

    "My apprentice!" Sor'Ka greeted as she strode towards Slaatch. "You are late! The sun begins its ascent, and there is much work to be done!" Sor'Ka motioned Slaatch inside as she returned to the building. The building, which both Slaatch and Sor'Ka had grown intimately familiar wth over the years, was a mess, as usual. Various herbs covered almost every available surface that wasn't used for a work space. Metal and glassware bubbled away beneath carefully controlled fires, and premade potions, poultices, and powders covered the shelves. The place was utterly chaotic to anyone unfamiliar with it, but both of the alchemists navigated it with ease.

    "I have several tasks for you, Slaatch. These are tasks for a senior alchemist, but these things need to be done, and with haste. You have learned well, and I believe you are ready for these tasks. So I give you your choice." Sor'Ka turned to Slaatch, and stared at her seriously.

    "Several warriors are going to explore a ruin, and there are several herbs growing there that require a trained eye to find and harvest. Other than that, the elder, Grak, requests some medical care for his son, who was injured in a fight against gnomes while out hunting. Finally, a large raiding party requests the aid of an alchemist, both for healing his men, and for helping fight the gnomes." Sor'Ka said, and raised her brow curiously.

    [OOC]
    The senior alchemist, Sor'Ka, has offered Slaatch a choice several tasks, as she cannot complete them all herself.
    1. Gather rare and delicate herbs in a ruin while accompanied by warriors.
    2. Give medical care to the elder's injured son.
    3. Help a raiding party in their fight against the gnomes.
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  13. SedentaryCobraOuthouse Poet
    @MJK2431 GM - Cobra

    The sailors slowly encroached, moving ever slowly closer to Azayla. They grinned sadistically as they closed in, savoring each moment as they closed in on their prey. In front of Azayla, one of the men slowly drew a short dirk, rasping from its sheath. On the other side, the lone man walked forward with a lopsided gait, his left leg limping behind.

    "Just hand over the money, and anything else you have on you, and we'll let you go unharmed." The gimped man said.

    "Mostly unharmed. We don't want you pulling any siren tricks on us." The thug with the dirk called back across the alley.

    As the sky grew darker, light grew ever more precious. The three sailors were dark silhouettes against the poor torchlight of the main streets behind them. Several slivers of candle light came through a flimsy wooden door to Azayla's side. The building had its main entrance right outside the inn, and this back alley entrance was probably rarely used. Everything was quiet, and cold. Azayla could hear her own heart beating, and the breaths of the three other men as they came closer. She could also hear a set of armored footsteps growing closer. Whether it was a guard, a mercenary, or some adventurer, it was impossible to tell. A shout would probably reach him, but whether he would help was an entirely other matter. Sirens had a bad reputation, and much of what people knew about them was veiled in superstition.

    "So little lady, what will it be?" The third sailor called out, curling his hands into fists as he approached.

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    The three thugs are closing in on Azayla. One is armed with a dirk and is accompanied by an unarmed friend. On the other side of the alley is another sailor, with a bum leg. An armored individual is passing by the alley soon, although his intentions are unknown. To the side, there is a weak wooden door, which leads into one of the buildings.
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  14. SedentaryCobraOuthouse Poet
    @Stoic GM - Cobra

    As Hctib wandered through the forest on the outskirts of the village and camp, he found several suitable hiding spots. None of them were quite perfect, though.

    The first Hctib encountered, he nearly wandered into as he left the village. It was a massive oak tree, and Hctib poked his head into the hole at the bottom. Inside was a vast hollow, easily large enough to hold an entire normal sized gnoll comfortably, let alone someone as small as Hctib. The tree had been home to several guests before, from birds to rats to large bugs, although they all seemed to be long gone. Higher up, there was another hole that let out on one of the upper branches of the great oak, giving a clear view of the village and the gnoll encampment that lie beyond it. The only issue with it, though, was its proximity. From the tree, Hctib could hear the gnolls barking at each other over what burned the tent down. The imp moved on, and found a second place soon after.

    The second location was a foxhole a short distance from the village, near a stream. It was large enough for Hctib to rest easily and store his things, and the stream nearby was plentiful in small fish and water bugs. The ground, though, was wet and damp. It was a great place, but it offered little protection from the rain. If it wasn't flooded by the rain itself, an overflowing stream would do the trick just as well. Of course, those problems could be fixed with some time and resources, but he didn't have enough of either at the moment.

    The last place Hctib found was a cave formed in the side of a hill formed by the remains of an RV. It was rusty, covered in holes, and part of it was collapsed, leaving a significantly smaller amount of room, but it was still plenty. The entrance, a rusted hole in an exposed peice of the door, was easily concealable. There was evidence of small animals here, as well, but these were fairly recent. It was a good distance from the village, as well.

    As Hctib was about to leave, he saw a gnoll moving around outside. He was small, even by gnoll standards, and by the looks of him, fairly young. He carried with him a small hunting bow, and a string of fat pheasants he had caught recently. He looked around through the forest, and dropped his shoulders helplessly. He was clearly lost. Dejected, he saw down on a rock, with his back facing Hctib. He set a small rucksack to the side, and began to rummage through it, finally retrieving a waterskin and some tough jerky, which he began to consume slowly. For the time being, though, he was unaware he was being watched.

    [OOC]
    Hctib searched for a hiding place, and found three good candidates.
    1. A large, hollow oak tree, dangerously close to the village.
    2. An abandoned fox den near a stream, in danger of flooding to the rain.
    3. A buried, partially collapsed RV, showing traces of recent use by the wildlife.
    As Hctib was about to leave the RV, a gnoll, lost while out hunting, decided to eat his lunch right outside of Hctib's hiding place, unaware of his presence.
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@SedentaryCobra Player - Enki


Slaatch nods with regret.''Yes, I am sorry for getting late. I was just caught by the exceptionally wonderful weather. I sweat this won't happen again.'' She said as she held her head downwards. She listened to the words that Sor'ka said to her, mostly ignoring the stench and the noise produced by the different alchemical compounds in metal and glassware above the fire and the fire itself. She had grown used to the alchemist's hut, as it feels almost like a home by now to her.

When she heard about the three deeds she pondered. Which one might be most suitable for her? She stood there as she nodded. ''I see... I guess I...'' She paused to think. Choosing to give medical care to the elder's injured son can be a good way to prove that she has learned enough to become the next alchemist, should Sor'Ka die. But Slaatch knows the risks of this deed: If she fails to treat the son, then she may get the wrath of the father, especially when the son dies to her injuries. Due to these fears she has decided that the first option is best for her. ''I will gather the delicate herbs from the ruins with the protection of the warriors, teacher.'' She said, gently smiling even if there was a strong thought in her mind.

What was Sor'Ka thinking with the third task? Since when did helping the raiding party to take care of the gnomes become part of an alchemist's tasks? She has to know the truth, because it is troubling her. Even if it was only few minutes ago when she heard it, she can't help but have it trouble her in her mind. ''Why exactly is either of us needed at the raiding, teacher?'' She decided to ask. ''We are not warriors, after all.''


[OOC]
Slaatch chose option number one, but asked why she or her teacher are needed to be with the raiding party, as they are not suited for combat.
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