Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 16:31:17 GMT
Thread Type: Combat/Training
Characters: Valentine
Status: Closed.
Characters: Valentine
Status: Closed.
{Enemies}Enemies:
Weak Goblin Scout
Level 1-5
Type: Subhuman
Rank: Normal
Nature: Cowardly
Found in: Swamps
Weakness/Resistances: Weak [Mind, Poison, Sleep]
Skills: None
Description: A lightly equipped goblin scout who has obviously lost track of the main forces he belongs to. Due to this, the goblin has been weakened by lack of sustenance and dehydration. Luckily, that means these make great targets for starting adventurers as they give the player some experience fighting creatures with weapons and armor.
Goblin Scout
Level 6-15
Type: Demihuman
Rank: Normal
Nature: Wary
Found in: Swamps
Weakness/Resistances: None
Skills: None
Description: Whenever one should come across Weak Goblin Scouts in the area, it is understandable that there should probably be a goblin camp somewhere in the near vicinity. The majority of the goblins in this camp are still scouts, however, agile creatures that aren't too representative of the potential fighting ability of their kin. Goblin Scouts are very quickly agitated, aggroing an Adventurer in an instant but quickly retreating once its advantage is lost.
Weak Goblin Scout
Level 1-5
Type: Subhuman
Rank: Normal
Nature: Cowardly
Found in: Swamps
Weakness/Resistances: Weak [Mind, Poison, Sleep]
Skills: None
Description: A lightly equipped goblin scout who has obviously lost track of the main forces he belongs to. Due to this, the goblin has been weakened by lack of sustenance and dehydration. Luckily, that means these make great targets for starting adventurers as they give the player some experience fighting creatures with weapons and armor.
Goblin Scout
Level 6-15
Type: Demihuman
Rank: Normal
Nature: Wary
Found in: Swamps
Weakness/Resistances: None
Skills: None
Description: Whenever one should come across Weak Goblin Scouts in the area, it is understandable that there should probably be a goblin camp somewhere in the near vicinity. The majority of the goblins in this camp are still scouts, however, agile creatures that aren't too representative of the potential fighting ability of their kin. Goblin Scouts are very quickly agitated, aggroing an Adventurer in an instant but quickly retreating once its advantage is lost.
Let the storm rage on
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90% | ||
Why were there so many goblins?
Just a few moments earlier, Blackcoat had been up to his normal weekend routine - you know, pilfering crappy food from surface goblins in order to learn more about how to cook up the food and improve his own cooking skills. Blackcoat's own food creations were much better than these catatrophes of spiced frenetic rabbit and burnt bird, but it was food made the old fashioned way nonetheless. He had snuck in during a cloudy moment when the stew pot looked unwatched, scooping up some with a bottle and oh hey that was a spear oh my god why were there so many goblins and why were his legs so slow.
Blackcoat had been running for a full two minutes, twenty-nine seconds. Two minutes and twenty-nine seconds of panic and fear and tumbling over rocks as the goblins chased after him - at last count, it seemed like four or five of the emaciated ones, and one rather tough looking bloke with a bone right through his nose and chin. Guess he was one of the higher ups of this pack - he certainly had the weapon for it. Rather than the crudely made poking sticks and rusty weaponry of the others, this goblin had a very nice blade of bone - probably from a dead gator in the swamp - that curved with wicked teeth. A jaw bone, to be exact, and it looked painful to be hit with - and so, Blackcoat ran, trucking as fast as he could with the goblin pack on his tail.
He busted into a path, pausing just long enough to look left and right and continue going... left. He chose poorly as the goblin's spear nicked him, cutting into his shoulder, and he found himself tumbling and tripping over one of the ugly buggers. Scrambling up, he summoned his staff and held it before him as the goblins formed up in front of him, grinning... hungrily.
Oh, where was his hero?
Just a few moments earlier, Blackcoat had been up to his normal weekend routine - you know, pilfering crappy food from surface goblins in order to learn more about how to cook up the food and improve his own cooking skills. Blackcoat's own food creations were much better than these catatrophes of spiced frenetic rabbit and burnt bird, but it was food made the old fashioned way nonetheless. He had snuck in during a cloudy moment when the stew pot looked unwatched, scooping up some with a bottle and oh hey that was a spear oh my god why were there so many goblins and why were his legs so slow.
Blackcoat had been running for a full two minutes, twenty-nine seconds. Two minutes and twenty-nine seconds of panic and fear and tumbling over rocks as the goblins chased after him - at last count, it seemed like four or five of the emaciated ones, and one rather tough looking bloke with a bone right through his nose and chin. Guess he was one of the higher ups of this pack - he certainly had the weapon for it. Rather than the crudely made poking sticks and rusty weaponry of the others, this goblin had a very nice blade of bone - probably from a dead gator in the swamp - that curved with wicked teeth. A jaw bone, to be exact, and it looked painful to be hit with - and so, Blackcoat ran, trucking as fast as he could with the goblin pack on his tail.
He busted into a path, pausing just long enough to look left and right and continue going... left. He chose poorly as the goblin's spear nicked him, cutting into his shoulder, and he found himself tumbling and tripping over one of the ugly buggers. Scrambling up, he summoned his staff and held it before him as the goblins formed up in front of him, grinning... hungrily.
Oh, where was his hero?
The cold never bothered me anyways
N O T E S: ...
CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.
