IRL Update:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">(Just so everyone knows, I'm starting Barber College today, Classes are 9am to 4pm Wednesday to Saturday, so I'll have Sunday to Tuesday off completely and a little time in the evenings. I suspect I'll be able to post once a day like the good ol days but nothing is guaranteed, Real life always takes priority, for myself and anyone else. In the meantime I'm also developing further plot structure for the main Vore Tribes RP, I have an understanding of Ark 3 chapter one and am working on how to initiate chapter two. (ch.1 concludes with a description of the city of Evalos and each characters roles in the cities maintenance, and Ch. 2 and 3 are about defending the city from the climactic war that has been building up throughout the rp. That scene Torarie promised Marx of Blood as high as a horses neck, that's at the start of chapter 3 to give you all a perspective. I'll try to post later today, just wanted to give everyone an update.)</div></div></div><br/><br/>*As the crew of the Bloody Devil made port they'd find this town to be rather empty around the docks. A commotion snared the groups attention though, Valspan would be the first to pick up on it, his senses being particularly heightened in his hungry state. Yiggy would be staring off into the west, worrying about her sister farther off, using her godly eyes to try and see events miles away, beyond a mountain ridge in the distance, when this proved futile, she gave up on it and turned her attention to the town, she could try again from the crows nest later. Wiska had dove into the water to check on the surrounding currents and get a feel for the rivers flow, she wanted to be prepared with an escape rout, a plan B, she returned with her report to Sin in a matter of minutes just as the crew disembarked. Barusa was the first to leave the ship, as the most durable she'd intercept any offensive and initiate combat should it start, by neutralizing and stunning an attacker she could set up a takedown for those behind her. This was the reasoning behind her 'angels' methods...though she was beginning to suspect the thing possessing her shield was no seraphim, not the kind the stories spoke of at least.*<br/><br/>*Further inland, the commotion was revealed as the city was under siege by a goblin hoard over a hundred strong, the inhabitants of this place were Poko, Earth Senkai, the people of the Earth goddess Omara, stout, short and sturdy, they were very much the dwarves of the Senkai races. Even as the goblins surged over the walls, climbing over one another like an army of ants to bypass the walls of the town they did not fire stones upon them, instead locking the aggressors legs down or throwing up more barricades to slow them, slowly pacifying their aggressors...needless to say it was a strange and rather ineffective way of fighting. Though whenever a Goblin actually made it to a Poko, the Earth dragon would simply roll into a ball and nope out of that while the goblin savagely whacked at the stone beasts body with little effect unless they happened to be wielding a hammer or pickaxe. Most however wielded studded clubs of wood...with skill mind you, but wood would not undo stone in the hands of a mere gob.*