Osta Spaluurar Ramburu Osle (Osta Weedmaligned the Cross Plan of Banners) lives on still, although she is yet to find any place to call home, anywhere she is not greeted with angry shouts and violence. She continues to wander the wastes, tromping through the impervious murk, slaughtering bogeymen, battling alligators, hippoes and sturgeon when crossing rivers, and fighting off the occasional goblin patrol who, for some reason, attack her one sight, much to her dismay as she tries to reason with them.
Having lost the use of her right arm to, if she remembers correctly, a pack of giant dingoes, (Pretty much the deadliest giant critter I've encountered!) Osta has learnt to use her so-called two-handed sword in one hand, still managing to cut through anything but armoured opponents with ease, and even they only require a few more precise stabs before they're on the ground bleeding their hearts out.
This life in the wilderness has been good to her in a way, despite the masses of scar tissue criss-crossing across her body, she has become quite muscular, has learnt to swim, to take a clawing from any number of vicious beasts and survive... And although she's lost almost all her teeth and the use of her hand, she is quite probably one of the toughest goblins to walk the planet.
Still, this is small comfort to her, cast out and banished by her own people and yet to find any safe haven to rest.
She had a close call recently, fighting a patrolling squad from the Terror of Ringing, when she took a pike to her good arm and could no longer grasp her sword. She kicked her two opponents to death, of course, then managed to put the sword in her backpack, not knowing how she would survive the next bogeyman attack. Thankfully, however, a good night's sleep was all she needed for her arm to heal, allowing her to grasp her blade once more.
It seemed almost supernatural... Her right arm did not heal when she had been injured there, so why was her left arm so much more resilient? She stared at it uncertainly, closing and opening her hand. Had her time out in this horrible place, the strange rains falling from the sky and the monsters she'd killed somehow... Changed her?
She pushed the thought aside, hefted her sword and set off once more. Surely, eventually she'd find her way home.
(The number of infected wounds poor Osta has is a little worrying... D: I hope I find somewhere to retire her soon, so I can have a new adventurer bite off her broken toes and ears and anything else infected.)
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