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abraxaslogs2021-10-18 11:33 pm
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Round 1
Who: Goro and Free City residents, new arrivals or old
Where: Cadens Base, the neighbouring city, the surrounding desert
When: October Mid-October, to the beginning of November
What:Warnings: The monster fight prompt will have graphic violence; Goro is a Mortal Kombat character and used to casual brutality in fights.
Visit to Town
While waiting for his strength to return, Goro finally decides to head into this city to see it for himself. He cuts an imposing figure, towering over the crowds, who mostly part out of his way and stare, giant and obviously non-human as he is. Goro pays them no mind. He already received directions at the base, as he had a specific destination in mind.
There's a public library near the center of town, and that is where Goro heads, early in the morning. He requests books, anything they have on Thorne. They are the main obstacle, near as he can see, more fearsome than the farmers and woodsmen of Solvunn, who can be crushed at their leisure once Thorne is toppled. He will learn about Solvunn in time, but right now, his mind is focused on Thorne.
Whatever reason took you to this library, it's hard to miss Goro. No chair is big enough to support him, so he sits cross-legged on the floor (the staff clearly aren't going to tell him to move), with a small pile of books next to him. The tome is...comically small in his enormous, three-fingered hand, he has to be very careful when trying to turn the page. It's slow going, and Goro is displeased.
As you approach, he doesn't even look up. "There must be tools for turning pages in a more delicate fashion in this place. I will require one. Fetch it for me." He must have believed you were staff...or maybe he didn't and just doesn't care. Also...is he asking for tweezers, or something along those lines?
Monster hunting [cw violence]
After a few days of reading up as much as he can about Thorne, Solvunn, and the Free Cities, Goro begins to feel more like himself again; the heaviness he has felt weighing him down since he was pulled from the water is lessening every day, lifting away, his strength returning. But he must test himself. And so, he wanders into the desert to see what he can find. Not bandits, not yet. Mere humans will not do if he wishes to test himself fully. Most humans are simply too weak to provide the challenge he needs. He seeks something larger, more powerful...and there are many beasts in the deserts.
The heat does not overly bother him; Kuatan is swathed in jungles, after all, and after a few hours he finds something suitable for his needs; a large beetle-like creature, the size of a horse, rests on a sunny rock, it's pincers looking sharp. Perhaps you were also out hunting, looking for this particular kind of creature. Hired to recover some piece of its anatomy, and you were taking a moment to plan your attack. Or you're here for the same reason Goro is, looking for something big to fight.
Either way, you're going to be disappointed. Before you can approach, Goro crests the dune, sees the beetle, and grins. Crouching down, his legs tense, building power in an instant, and then...he leaps. High into the air, and as he comes down...he aims directly for the beetle's midsection. He need do nothing but bring his girth down on the creature. The result...is not pretty, to say the least. An explosion of gore and bits of endoskeleton rain down as the beetle is smashed apart, legs flailing wildly in its sudden death throes. Standing amidst its remains, Goro remains unsatisfied. A single long horn protuded from the beetle's head, and he grips it in his two right hands. With minimal effort, he rips the horn...and the head loose from what remains of the body, regarding his grisly trophy with satisfaction. Then, he simply tosses it away. The head goes sailing over the dune Goro had just leapt from, and vanishes.
He steps off the ruined monster, seemingly satisfied with the endeavour. But if you were looking for a fight, you're out one. And there's little chance of harvesting anything from the beetle, ruined as it is by Goro's Stomp.
Back at Base-Barracks
Later on, Goro takes his rest back in the shared barracks, once again sitting cross-legged on the two beds he ended up claiming as his own after Alice volunteered to give her own up. A large wooden board is stretched across his lap, and parchment he's procured on top of that. With a piece of coal, he appears to be sketching something on the parchment; some sort of gauntlet or bracelet design, by the looks of it. Though the fact that the design includes a blade of some sort suggests they might be weapons. A warrior must know his weapons, and while he never constructed his own set of Dragon Fang retractable blades—the finest Shokan weaponsmiths in Kuatan did that—he familiarized himself enough with the designs in order to effect small field-repairs if necessary. However, to construct them whole cloth, he will need someone more talented in the art of weapon-making. But he can at least provide the designs.
Where: Cadens Base, the neighbouring city, the surrounding desert
When: October Mid-October, to the beginning of November
What:Warnings: The monster fight prompt will have graphic violence; Goro is a Mortal Kombat character and used to casual brutality in fights.
Visit to Town
While waiting for his strength to return, Goro finally decides to head into this city to see it for himself. He cuts an imposing figure, towering over the crowds, who mostly part out of his way and stare, giant and obviously non-human as he is. Goro pays them no mind. He already received directions at the base, as he had a specific destination in mind.
There's a public library near the center of town, and that is where Goro heads, early in the morning. He requests books, anything they have on Thorne. They are the main obstacle, near as he can see, more fearsome than the farmers and woodsmen of Solvunn, who can be crushed at their leisure once Thorne is toppled. He will learn about Solvunn in time, but right now, his mind is focused on Thorne.
Whatever reason took you to this library, it's hard to miss Goro. No chair is big enough to support him, so he sits cross-legged on the floor (the staff clearly aren't going to tell him to move), with a small pile of books next to him. The tome is...comically small in his enormous, three-fingered hand, he has to be very careful when trying to turn the page. It's slow going, and Goro is displeased.
As you approach, he doesn't even look up. "There must be tools for turning pages in a more delicate fashion in this place. I will require one. Fetch it for me." He must have believed you were staff...or maybe he didn't and just doesn't care. Also...is he asking for tweezers, or something along those lines?
Monster hunting [cw violence]
After a few days of reading up as much as he can about Thorne, Solvunn, and the Free Cities, Goro begins to feel more like himself again; the heaviness he has felt weighing him down since he was pulled from the water is lessening every day, lifting away, his strength returning. But he must test himself. And so, he wanders into the desert to see what he can find. Not bandits, not yet. Mere humans will not do if he wishes to test himself fully. Most humans are simply too weak to provide the challenge he needs. He seeks something larger, more powerful...and there are many beasts in the deserts.
The heat does not overly bother him; Kuatan is swathed in jungles, after all, and after a few hours he finds something suitable for his needs; a large beetle-like creature, the size of a horse, rests on a sunny rock, it's pincers looking sharp. Perhaps you were also out hunting, looking for this particular kind of creature. Hired to recover some piece of its anatomy, and you were taking a moment to plan your attack. Or you're here for the same reason Goro is, looking for something big to fight.
Either way, you're going to be disappointed. Before you can approach, Goro crests the dune, sees the beetle, and grins. Crouching down, his legs tense, building power in an instant, and then...he leaps. High into the air, and as he comes down...he aims directly for the beetle's midsection. He need do nothing but bring his girth down on the creature. The result...is not pretty, to say the least. An explosion of gore and bits of endoskeleton rain down as the beetle is smashed apart, legs flailing wildly in its sudden death throes. Standing amidst its remains, Goro remains unsatisfied. A single long horn protuded from the beetle's head, and he grips it in his two right hands. With minimal effort, he rips the horn...and the head loose from what remains of the body, regarding his grisly trophy with satisfaction. Then, he simply tosses it away. The head goes sailing over the dune Goro had just leapt from, and vanishes.
He steps off the ruined monster, seemingly satisfied with the endeavour. But if you were looking for a fight, you're out one. And there's little chance of harvesting anything from the beetle, ruined as it is by Goro's Stomp.
Back at Base-Barracks
Later on, Goro takes his rest back in the shared barracks, once again sitting cross-legged on the two beds he ended up claiming as his own after Alice volunteered to give her own up. A large wooden board is stretched across his lap, and parchment he's procured on top of that. With a piece of coal, he appears to be sketching something on the parchment; some sort of gauntlet or bracelet design, by the looks of it. Though the fact that the design includes a blade of some sort suggests they might be weapons. A warrior must know his weapons, and while he never constructed his own set of Dragon Fang retractable blades—the finest Shokan weaponsmiths in Kuatan did that—he familiarized himself enough with the designs in order to effect small field-repairs if necessary. However, to construct them whole cloth, he will need someone more talented in the art of weapon-making. But he can at least provide the designs.
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A fancy knife, then. Tro had a fancy knife once, Maxwell remembers with a fond smile at the corner of his lips. A hidden switchblade large enough to behead a man.
He can't help himself. Soon, Maxwell is none-too-subtly peering over one of Goro's enormous arms.
His mouth opens, but one more look at that meaty fist grasping at the charcoal - he could snap that thing like a little twig - Maxwell thinks twice, his jaw snapping shut. Right. Don't get on this guy's bad side unless you absolutely have to.
"You, uh. Take critique?"
He clears his throat. No - he can't just keep his thoughts to himself. Goro doesn't scare him that much. (And frankly, he's getting used to the four arms.)
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Goro continues working, but does emit a low sort of growl as the priest stares over his arms at the design. He's not sure whether to be impressed by Maxwell's bravery—unless they were warriors of Earthrealm sworn to its defense, most humans found Goro and other Outworlders terrifying—or lament his apparent lack of caution, which will almost certainly get him killed. But at least he keeps his silence.
But clearly, Goro was hoping in vain because he then speaks again.
The Shokan puts the charcoal down, and straightens up, finally looking down at Maxwell impassively. "Say your piece."
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Retractable... blade... gauntlets.
"Huh."
The big lug wants some switchblade bracelets. That's interesting. Not the most practical of weapons, but then again... for someone of Goro's size and stature? It probably makes a lot of sense to take care of his problems simply by attaching knives to his wrists and letting his punches do the talking.
There is not a hint of hesitation in Maxwell's voice when he continues, gesturing over the drawings with considerably more animation usual.
"Well, for one thing the scale's all wrong. And where the hell are you gonna get this built? We're in ye olde castle times, I'd bet they ain't even got springs yet."
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He...hadn't actually considered the springs thing though. Truth be told, while Goro can mimic the designs, the ins and outs of weaponsmithing are...not really his forte. "This world seems comparable to Outworld in terms of technology." He replies, leaning forward, resting his chin in one of his upper hands. "Moreso, in fact. If Outworld smiths can build these weapons, surely there are smiths in one of these cities capable of matching them."
His eyes take on a more...appraising look. "So what do you propose to do about these...springs?" He asks finally. Finally, realization begins to dawn, what it is about Maxwell that was bothering Goro at the back of his mind.
"You remind me...of a Black Dragon I once knew." It...sounds like it might be a compliment, actually? "He was something of a specialist in creative solutions. I liked him, for a human."
He lets the implied offer being extended hang there in the air for Maxwell to consider.
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What the hell, Goro. Why can't you make sense?
But nevermind that. Despite his grumbling, Maxwell does recognize that the big guy is offering him an... opportunity, of sorts. He has to chew on the idea for a moment, weathered fingers stroking over the growing stubble on his chin as he considers. Old habits are sending up red flags of warning - he knows better than to involve himself too heavily in someone else's war. He's got no stakes in the battles that Goro is so eager to throw himself into. Not yet.
On the other hand, it looks like a hell of a fun job.
And then there's the obvious advantage of having an angry giant with razorblade wrists on your side.
"I'll need piano wire. And my shop." He huffs a dry laugh. "But since I'm not gonna find that here, guess I'll just have to start working on those creative solutions, huh?"
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The benefits of knowing people who specialized in creative solutions.
He nods brusquely. "You should. I will finish the blueprints and have them delivered to you later. Give me fangs that I might dismember my enemies more efficiently, and you shall have my favour, priest."
That said he leans down towards Maxwell. "But I do not wish to be kept waiting long." He says, staring intensely into the human's eyes.
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Regardless. Maxwell doesn't expect the guy who's just asked a favor of him to off him right away.
"You'll get it when you get it, big guy. The colonies weren't built overnight."