《The Monsters We Become ( dropped??)》Chapter 5: Learning
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The door creaks opens, prudent if done on purpose. We enter, the room is quite large I can barely see the edges of it.
It looks like a medieval kitchen, dark, dank and smells of a multitude of odours. In what was the fire place sits a the largest and oldest looking goblin I have yet to see. For a lack of things to compare him to he looks like his skin is made of ball sacks it is that wrinkled, and there was a wisp of light grey hair on his chin.
“ why have you come” he growls.
“ This youngling, he wrong..weird. He listen and do without kicking. And make his litter do with out kicking. He not green. Strange…strange. Elder know what to do with freak. Right ,right Elder.” The she-gob spills to the old one.
So the elder is the oldest goblin in this..what tribe, community? He stands up with a using a wooden stick, and waddles over.
He walks around me. I watch him, his face is unreadable. “ You speak young one?” The old thing asks.
I nod.
“ Very strange for one so young.” He utters, turning to the she-gob. “ Has he been named.”
“ No elder, he not old yet.” She replies.
So you only get a name when your old enough, common enough in tribal societies.
“ Hummmm, he has yet to under go the rite of passage and his knowledge is great.” The old one holds his wrinkled and grey haired chin in. “ Yes yes….. ummm…. should I….. no no…. possible” the elder mumbles to him self.
“ That will do… yes yes..for now.” He continues to mutter. “ I shall name you Gray.” Wow what an imagination. The elder turn to the she-gob. “ Take him back. Start teaching them. Bring him back when he has learnt.” He instructs her. She nods. I stare a the old thing.
*……..!*
I step to the side, narrowly dodging a kick to my behind.
“ HUH, how you know.” The she-gob glares at me, the points toward the door.
I start to head towards the door. I look around as I walk. There seems to be quite a lot of cobwebs. Walking out of the door, *CREEEEEAAAK* The she-gobs closes it, and the starts to head back the way we came.
Following at a slower pace I notice that there is also a lot of web out here, actually its ever where. By the time I get back to the room in which I have been living in I am extremely tried, my other sibling are already asleep. This has been the most I’ve done since I was reborn a bit sad that just walking around has tired me out, I approach my sister and lay down next to her drifting off to sleep.
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I awake in pain, my side is throbbing.
“ HAHA, got you freak, you not move this time HAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.” I look up and it the she-gob from yesterday. Dancing up and down in glee. “ See see this how gobs learn” she continues to laugh. Her laughter wakes the others.
I get up glaring at her
“ Follow.” She then leaves the room, still holding my side I follow her reluctantly.
Looking behind as I leave the room the others are following they’re bigger again I look at myself as am I.
The sister that followed me first yesterday I quickly catching up a lot less wobbly than yesterday.
The she-gob which I’m mental naming Coral, dumb as rock and painful.
Coral leads us back to the grub room I notice a few more goblins of both sexes. They seem to have crudely made spears and clubs. All of the are wearing loin cloths and various other items like belts or bandoleers or simple packs made from animal pelts.
“ Eat.” Coral points to the wall. “ ‘llowed two.” The others look at her perplexed. She looks around the room purposely ignoring their gazes.
*sigh* I walk to the wall reach into two different holes and draw out some grubs, the others look at me.
Holding up one of them “ One.” Then the other “ Two.” Then I take a bite, while eating I mumble out “Eat.”
So the others then approach the wall they all do as I have.
The smarter of the sisters, I think I’m going to call her Lily. As she pulls them out goes “ one…two.*Giggle*”
*…………*
“ When finished back room…….freak.” Coral growls, then wonders off.
We all sit down and begin to eat. Status screen I call out in my head, I need to check that out as I’ve gained things in the last couple of days.
Status ScreenNAMEGrayLevel1(locked)RaceEldrin GoblinBlessingsBlessing of what came beforeTitlesYounglingAll physical stats locked at below 5. LV lock at 1.Strenght:4Agility:4Vitality:5Charisma4Intelligence:16Wisdom:11Leadership:10Luck:4Unlocked StatsAwarness50%
I notice that all of my stats bare luck has risen by one apart from leadership which has risen by three, I’m guessing that’s due to getting my sibling to copy me. I also noticed that the Awareness stat is in a percentage.
Help Window Awareness stat.
Awareness: This is a contextual stat it goes between 1-99%. There can never be 100% due never knowing everything in any given situation or location there will always be unknown variables
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Ok that’s different but makes sense. Ok I also learnt Instinctual sense.
Help Window Instinctual sense.
To access skills say or think Open skill window.
Open Skill window.
Skill Name:Instinctual SensesSkill Rank:UncommonSkill Level:N/AThe ability to sense when someone is directing intent towards you, or in a situation or location may cause harm. It also may help to detect hidden objects. This ability is linked to the Awareness stat, and due to being so is also a contextual based upon known information and state of mind
Skill Name:Goblin LanguageSkill Rank:UncommonSkill Level:BasicThe goblin languageSkill Name:World System InterfaceSkill Rank:Rare/Unique*Skill Level:N/AAccess LevelRudimentaryThe W.S.I gives access to a persons status screen and management screen for areas under a persons influence, such as a village, town, city, country/kingdom or a continent, if they have been given access. World access is restricted to Gods or “^£%$£^”^ only.
*unique rank due the W.S.I is not accessible to monster races.
Ummmm. Instinctual Senses makes a lot of sense to me. I had this for many years in my old life, every living being has this to some degree, mine has been quite advanced for along while before I came here. You need it the way I lived before. Goblin language is obvious, and the W.S.I information is quite helpful as well
Help Window nearing limit usage. Usage limit left 3.
WHAT!! The help window has a usage limit wha....
Help window has a usage limit to prevent abuse of the W.S.I
NOOOOOOOO!!!!
Help Window nearing limit usage. Usage limit left 2.
Shit I cant say help wind....Shhhit cant say that.
Damn stupid system, bloody safeguards.*sighs*
I look around the room the others have finished eating now and are watching me.
“ Follow .” I tell them. Lily smiles at me.
As we head back to the room I look into the rooms in one of them has a scraps of materials and pelts dumped in a corner. I take the others into the room.
They sit down and start to fall asleep. I sit down.
The floor is cold on my ass, I getting fed up of being naked and looking at my naked sibling.
I get up and head back to the room with scraps in and grab a armful I taking them back to our room, I drop them near the edge of the bedding while sitting on it.
I sort through them finding a few larger bits that could easily wrap around us. Ummmm they could still easily fall down or come off though. I tap my leg in thought. I need something sharp.
Looking around the room I see a small sharp rock by the door. I go and get it. Its the same material as the walls, probably came of it.
Going back to the material I cut holes at intervals along one edge on all the bigger bits.
*phew* This is getting hard.
I cut and rip long strips off another bit of cloth to make a belt and thread that through the holes.
I get up and wrap the make shift loin cloth and the tie the belt. Ummm. It’s a bit restricting when I do a few squats.*huff* I’m getting a bit tired now. I cut slits in the lower edges up either side of the leg and do a few more squats, that’s better. I sit down and have a bit of a breather. Then make the same cuts in the others.
I have a few bits left of the pelts, looking at the stone I decide to keep it. Using the stone to put holes all along the edge of a piece of pelt and threading a very slim piece of material to make a draw string pouch and tie it on the belt.
*Yawn*
I lay down with the others, and drift off.
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A/N: sorry for not getting the chapter out yesterday like a said I would but got distracted by my friend.
SOZ.and then trying to get the coding for the tables right as I'm doing this on my z4 the visual table editor doesn't work on it so it's all manually written(and copied/pasted where I can). :-D
Wont have another chapter till next weekend now as I going to try to get a backlog of chapters so I can do at least two a week for a long while. ::)hope you all enjoy
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