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[Kannoch]

*This post is not deemed a double post and is in use simply to stimulate this RP in a certain direction so as to not disrupt the flow*

Karsh tightened his grip on the spear as he crouched through the wood stalking his prey. He was with a party of five for protective purposes only, but he did not see how he needed much protection. He liked to consider himself the invincible God Chief. For, he had been wounded in battle and had made a recovery before night fall. And now he was hunting with his most trusted warriors who had proven themselves in battle. Thus, they would recieve the high honor of hunting with their chief.

A sound of crushing dried leaves stirred Karsh's senses.

"Shatan, I heard something. And... clanking of metal together. Keep your eyes--" Karsh began as the whiz of an arrow came sounding over the heads of his party members. Dropping to the ground he motioned for the rest of his warriors (one had fallen prey to an arrow) to crawl up the mountainside and seek refuge within the walls to prepare for the attack.

The Chief skidded across the rock as an arrow sunk into the earth directly close to his head.

"Blast it, they can see us somehow. RUN!" Karsh screeched as he took to his feet scaling the hill with all speed he could muster. The sounds of horses behind him quickened his heart beat, there was no way they could fortify in time to breech the attack. They would storm the front, but he was certain they could not break the inner entrance.

The arrows whizzed over his head, but he gave his guttural call into the night to close the gates and ready for battle. This would be a battle to be reckoned with, but he was certain they would prevail. They could not fail, the army would be forced within the walls and struck from all around. He had it planned out so perfectly. Perfectly.

The walls came slinging in behind him and the screams of his warriors filled the night sky. He felt terribly bad at that moment, those were his warriors and he had left them to die. No, he would not leave them to die. Scaling the wall holds he jumped to the ground and touched his warriors and motioned for them to follow him as he took them around the wall to the back. There were only five of them including the chief, but he thought perhaps they could accomplish something.

Then his heart stopped beating. Fire lit the night sky as large flaming logs went slamming into the wall. There was a sound of only two, but the crumbling of the wall wreaked a terror in his heart he never knew existed. Could his plans fail so easily?

"Warriors... we must rush down from this incline, attack, and fall back." Karsh said, gripping his spear. He was invincible; there was nothing that could touch his brilliant mind and skill in the art of battle. He lead his men down the charge, as they all fell around him the arrows taking them in the chest. He barely felt the touch of an arrow as it slammed into the side of his head, blackness was all he seen. He had failed.

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Karsh awoke to a most horrendous headache and the smell of ash in his nostrils. The smell of burnt flesh littered the air as he stumbled to his feet. Then he fell to the ground once again and went completely numb. There were no walls, rubbish lined in a semi-circle of what once was. In the midst of it all blackened remains of his people were charred to posts with weapons standing all about them. But there were no human bodies, there was no human blood anywhere. What could have came down upon them and whipped out his entire village, he had never seen them. And did the humans even possess the capabilities of trashing his entire wall within moments? For it was barely a new day and he had been knocked out at nightfall.

All of this did not matter, he let his mind at ease as he ran through the wood. But then he stopped within his tracks as he spotted a bloody human warrior crouched against a tree.

"So... you have finally come to finish a man off eh? I'd like to go down with a fight... but you dumb goblins sure showed us out yesterday morning done tore us up. But I seen whoever tit was who came down and did you all in though, yes siree. Now, we fight." The human said with some sort of accent Karsh could not begin to understand. He wielded a sword, and he did not look too wounded.

Karsh stood empty handed staring at the human warrior, but then he came alive as a sword came whirling through the air fitting into his grip easily. He faced his opponent, sizing him up. His stance was ridiculous, the human stood loppily with every position available for attack. He decided he'd make this abrupt; dodging in he took a stab for the completely open lower stomach. Something stopped his blade with a spark and the pain went up into his arm as he felt a sweep of something and a blood begin to pour from his cheek from a newly acquired slash.

The Chief came in fast and slashed wickedly at the warrior having every attempt blocked easily. For every swing he received another small cut about his body.

"I thought you had some skill with that there blade." The human warrior said, saluting the goblin with his sword, and then performing some maneuver that was not perceivable by the chief's eye. The chief fell to the ground grasping at his stomach as the warm goblin blood began to pour out.

"Well, I guess you deserve much as I did. Lay there alone in the wood for a day or two til you die." The human said, walking off.

Karsh gave a quick look down the hill and seen nothing, no one, and then he blacked out from the pain.

[Abeus]

**To be placed between the attack and Karsh's awakening.**

Butch wasn’t really a bad God, he was just a little adventurous and enjoyed watching people have fun and excitement. To be honest, he wasn’t really a God, none of the seven were - but being the closest thing to help or hinder people - nobody thought twice. If they had looked far enough out to sea they would have seen the Giants playing a weekly chess tournament. Butch, better known as Ignis - God of Fire, was always the first to lose, hence his ability to play with the lives of the small people much more. This week had been no different, he had lost to Mildred, or Femina Goddess of Women. He’d lost quite quickly as it goes, and had wandered off in a sulk. He was good at certain things, and knowledge of the world was always his specialist subject, so when things started happening on Jhade Isle he was worried. None of the seven had bothered with these ‘godless’ freaks for years, yet something about the young man praying with a dead fish had stirred him. He wasn’t the God of fire for nothing, mainly for burning down his house aged 3, so it wasn’t too much for him to save the village. He had however been stuck on what to do about the horrid Goblins.

This is here we meet the chief of the Giants. He had several names, Pa, Pops, Dippy and Lanky were the nicest of the commonly used ones, but as for his real name, only he remembered. His followers called him Frustro, God of Deception, his Mother called him Ferdinand.

He had been looking for someone to succeed him after he fell to the other side, creating a mass tidal wave at the same time. Butch had always been his favourite, and it wasn’t hard for either to gain the others assistance.

[Abeus]

Presently, Karsh was surrounded by a hoard of hunters. They all stared at him, knowing he was one of those that attacked. It was little less than luck that they found him, flames had encouraged to see what had happened, but they could find no sign of anything burning. Just Karsh, who had been unconscious since they arrived. They were discussing what to do with him.

“I say kill ‘im!”

“But then we’ll just be as bad as him!”

“Shut It ya poof! I say we tie ‘im up and wait til he comes round, then put his spear through his gut, then his chest, and then just for luck his -”

“Please, do we have to get vulgar? It’s a living breathing thing after all!”

“How in blazes did you become a hunter? You’re a pansy you are!”

“Oh shut up, we need to do something with him!”

A twig snapped behind them. The smaller of the troop jumped and hid behind the nearest tree. The others dreww weapons and got ready to defend their spot.

“Friend or Foe?!” Shouted the largest. “What? I read a book about it.” He defended.

“It depends on who you are.” Came the reply. “I’ll come out slowly, and be prepared to run!”

A branch moved out of the way and a young human stepped through. A large sigh swept through all the conscious souls, Jadoor noticed a small smirk rise on the limp face of a Goblin resting against a tree.

“Thank Orbis for that!” (Orbis being the God of Circles. The rumour goes he chose it himself when only 4. Enough said.) Butch was not pleased, and it started raining.

[Kannoch]

Karsh heard something of the real world. There was something moving and some sort of noise he did not quite understand. He could not understand, and he wasn't sure he was hearing things correctly. Pain cut through his thoughts, every one he tried to contemplate was thrashed from his mind with a blood curling scream erupting from his throat.

He managed to assume there was something beside him that could help him. He needed rest, rest from this painful bliss he had gotten himself into. The belly wound he had received was one of pure torture, hardly any made it out alive simply because they tended to kill themselves when found strong enough to do so. The pain overwhelmed him and he tossed his head back as a spew of bile came bellowing forth.

"Kill me!" The Chief finally accomplished accompanied with screams that pierced the ears of all around. His entire body began to shake and the fever burned him to the core. He knew that within a few days if the fever was not taken care of he would soon loose all that he held so dear. His mind, his livelihood. But these thoughts could not come to him in his present state. The pain was a constant throb accompanied with sharp stabs to his stomach. It was if he were in constant replay of the human's final blow. All he wanted was for it to end.

He felt the touch of something along his shoulders. It would have had to be a rough touch because he could not even feel the rocks that were painfully sticking into his backside. The pain was so great; it was the only feeling he could perceive. He heard a voice as well, it seemed soothing enough but he just could not make out the words. He went into another convulsion as blood and bile poured from his mouth again onto the ground. He simply wanted to die.

"Kiill me." Karsh whispered. He thought he might have heard someone say that life was not over for him yet and he would live through. But that didn't matter; he lapsed into unconsciousness with finally a bit of relief.

[Abeus]

The men had tied Karsh up by limp wrists, with a few petty jokes, shortly after he had passed out again. His legs were also tied into place and the men were taking turns to find soft fruit to throw in his direction. There had only bee one murmur from the chief since he had been unconscious, and that was only in the agony of a said projectile containing a hidden stone. The men grunted and thought nothing of it. They had still not come up with any decision, the latest thinking was that death was too good for him, which left them with letting him go, or letting him live in the village. The conversation had spun on this axis for several hours before the group decided to settle for the night and vote in the morning.

As it was, the men had drawn up a rota to watch the fiend. And at this current time, it was somehow Jadoors turn. He saw his opportunity. He did not dare to tell the others, but the plan was to take him with him. A perfect plan, the Goblin would live with the memories, but would be out of the way of the angry villagers. But first he had to do something about his illness. He crept over to where the men were sleeping.

“Gruff?” he whispered whilst shaking the youngster. “We’re leaving, but you’ve got to play another game. Be as quiet as you can, get the bag, and I’ll cut down our new companion.” Gruff looked at him with a questioning expression, but soon got to his feet.

Jadoor looked about for a blade, and finding one took a wild swing at the ropes holding Karsh. Gruff now stood beside him with their stuff over one shoulder. Jadoor motioned to Karsh and in an instant he was thrown over the other.

The part headed South in the black of the night. They walked in silence, it wasn’t until they had left the trees that Jadoor finally spoke.

“This guy needs a name, I mean I know he probably already has one, but until he can tell us. I was thinking about Fiesse. Any thoughts?”

[Kannoch]

Karsh moaned in comatose state as his dreams took him to fighting off hordes of some creature he could not see. He slashed out with his spear, killing one, and turned killing another. But it didn't matter at all, for everyone he killed he felt the presence of thousands more coming. He was backed into a corner but he fought desperately. But the question of why he was fighting entered his mind. And he let himself fall to the ground and the dark shapes take him stabbing cutting and slashing at his very life.

Within the plan of true existance the goblin began to shake ravidly and blood began to pour forth from the stomach wound blasting onto his companions. He shook, and screamed with every undieing second. He shookd desperately and clawed at whatever happened to be around him. He bit, he screeched. Death was near.

The aurora of the dark figures attacking him was too much to bear. He seen everything that could of been, his life passing before his eyes. He jumped to his feet and swung his weapon about him only to loose it in the eternal darkness. No fear, he simply thought up another one into exsistance a double bladed sword he slashed back and forth fighting back whatever it was that came at him.

Karsh's body lapsed into peace with sparatic jars of his body sending him flopping in various directions. Every now and again he'd let another moan out as he fought within himself. The wound poured forth with blood and he began to leak blood from his very face as if he were sweating it out.

The chief fought against the hordes of darkness that came his way. He was fighting against death itsself knowing that he would not truimphant less someone were to treat his physical body. He wanted to live, but he did not know why. Some unseen force was driving him yet he himself wished to simply fall back and let the darkness enfold him.

[Abeus]

I would often be helpful to use a word that actually sounded like the noise it was meant to describe. Unfortunately the sound that needs describing wasn’t really suited by one word, being a mixture of several. It was mainly a thunk, but there was a large part of a shriek alongside, a crash and squelch were also in there. For the ease of understanding, it would be more helpful to know what had happened.

Jadoor and Gruff had reached the peak of the mountain and were searching about the mystics campsite. As it happened, Karsh chose this moment to have his fiercest fit at the very moment that he was dropped to the floor, leading to several small bugs being caught in the proverbial headlights - just at the spot where the convulsing body landed.

Mejan was nowhere to be seen yet Jadoor still felt he was near. He put his head into the old mans hut and sharply withdrew it.

“It smells like something’s been using that as a Lavatory!” He warned.

“That’s just an experiment” came a small voice from Karsh’s direction. “It looks as if I’ll be needing it shortly.”

Jadoor look closely, a small man stood on the chief neck. He wore the grey robe that was distinctive of the old man.

“Stop staring and bring it to me will you?”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Jadoor turned and began to peel back the curtain. “Erm, I need to keep an eye on Fiesse, Gruff can you go in and get it for me?” He turned back to the miniature Mystic who gave him a filthy look. “What?!” He whispered. “He’ll be fine. You gonna explain the distinct lack of height?”

“I don’t think we have time, you do know what’s wrong with this Goblin don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I thought I’d bring him to you just to show I cared!”

“No need to be a sarcastic Pith fruit. I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’s what we call a ‘Visitation from the 3rd World.”

Jadoor looked blank.

“Were you never taught about the 6 worlds? It should have been an early topic in the school!”

“I learnt about the 6 world Theory, no-ones ever proved it.”

“Honestly, what will they fool you with next? Several hundred years past, a wise sage called Pythos, fell into a deep sleep. No-one could wake him for many months - but when they did he told them many wondrous tales, and one horrid story. He said that he had discovered a pathway to 5 other worlds, which he had numbered. We, of course, were named World One, and the others were so numbered in the order he found them. World Two is where he brought the Trolls from,”

“I know all this, different creatures ‘came’ from different worlds. Except World Three, which no-one knew anything that was brought back.”

“That’s because the world was full of visions of, evil. Pythos swore never to return to the world and never to bring anyone from it. It took some time, but soon they had found him - how and why I’m not sure - but ever since, they enjoy occupying the minds of those on the other worlds. Hence why your friend is noting but a shivering shell.”

Jadoor looked confused as Gruff returned looking feint. “Can you do anything?” It didn’t take long for Jadoor to regret saying this. “OK, will you do anything?”

“Well, I can do a little, but not everything. You’ll need to see the Great sage for that. I can wake him, but it will not be permanent. There will be more, episodes. Gruff, hand Jadoor that vial. We have a lot of work to do.”

[Kannoch]

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