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Cooking Harder
Anime isn't great. I don't really read novels either, but the manga is pretty good.
Goblin Slayer: The Aralakh Guild (Goblin Slayer/Mass Effect)
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Anime isn't great. I don't really read novels either, but the manga is pretty good.
beorn91
Ours mal léché
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Arc Mage, his planewalking friend, will come back, of course.
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
...Well considering how tenacious they both are this really isn't a surprise.
*snort* Ok, now I see Wrex as Master Oogway.
Such a big softie. That likes to slaughter things.
It is not easy, being a dad.
Hnnng, too kind and cute.
I think she took it quite well.
Seconded. I too haven't read the novels, but the manga is better than the anime.
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
I hadn't even thought about this at first, but Reapers are basically the galaxies equivalent to Goblins. Take everything that is a goblin, twist it through the lens of science fiction, and it turns out that they're doing the exact same thing; just the Reapers are much more efficient. All you need to do to get him to kill the Reapers is convince him that they're basically giant robot goblins.
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Cooking Harder
Daww future short :3
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Cooking Harder
Waiful wars wouldn't matter if GS was the primary viewpoint character. He's the almost unheard of 'No Romance' despite maximum harem potential Shep.
Buuuuut...
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Wrex
"Agh, blast it! I know, I know! But I'm old... and I worry.
But all these irritably squishy aliens are too damned soft to be left alone!
Shepard may be an idiot, but the kid's a fighter down to his core. I should know, I raised him.
You give me a couple years to train up the herd of 'sheep' he's picked up over the years, and I'll train them all up good. But until then, letting them out on the hunt without supervision is just being irresponsible!
First you got "------". You know, the first one he brought in. Why are human females so uncoordinated and tiny!? I swear if I sneeze wrong I'd send the little thing flying off into space!
Then you got that crazy strong brat with the sword running around slaying 'demon lords' or whatever left and right. Good girl, learned a few things from Shepard, but wouldn't you know it? She's even more worse off in the head than he is!
Oh no, I'm not forgetting about the twiggy elf with an attitude far bigger than her underdeveloped... uh, everything. I don't get it, how can you be so unworldly at 2000 years old? What do elves do, just sit around all day and talk to trees or something? Seriously.
And then there's the flood of younglings who started, gods forbid, looking up to John. Gold rank or whatever rubbish, the kid couldn't even figure out how to conversate with another human for more than two words!
What? He saved them? So what!? I save people all the time, probably thousands of families all across the damn stars and what do I get?
Nothing. Here I am making sure these children are getting a proper education in killing and survival! But do they ever stick around after learning all my tricks, or using me as an aging warrior relegated to desk work!? Bah!
I get no respect I tell ya, no respect at all-"
"Teacher! There you are!"
"Ugh, you've been at the bar all day, haven't you!?"
"Fufu, it seems your title as the Frontier's Grumpiest Grandpa isn't for show, my kind Savior."
"Master! You shouldn't be drinking so much in your old age!"
"They... are right... to... worry, you know?"
"Ah, er... I shouldn't get him seconds?"
"No!"
...
You damned kids and your tiring nagging-
"Teacher."
"Let us eat together."
...
"Ah well, I suppose it ain't all bad."
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hot damn this story has a lot of potential. The sheer hilarities and fun that well get to see here is gonna be glorious! I can't wait for the next one!
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Cooking Harder
Really want to write more, and I may actually do another chapter for freebies, but I got other commissions I need to worry about at the moment :3
What would that be?Now all that's missing is Wrex looking at theharemgroup GS has gathered, think about the future of the clan and realize he has to give GS "the talk".
"Make sure to get lots of children because most of them will die in a plague"?
What experience does Wrex have with childbearing for any other race then his own?
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
"Have lots of children, since apparently you humans breed slowly and you're so soft, so it must be hard for you to survive to adulthood."
Chapter 3
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Cooking Harder
Chapter 3: The Frontier's Strongest
AN: Another freebie, sadly it's gonna be the last one for a bit.
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Ten Years Ago
John
This was to be my first time joining my teacher in what he called a 'live fire training exercise'.
I was admittedly more than a little excited for my first chance at putting the skills I'd been learning to good use.
"The little shits weight about as much as you do. You shouldn't have any problem dealing with them if I happen to 'miss' a couple." Left unsaid by my trainer and caretaker, was the fact that he would be allowing me to test my mettle against them.
Goblins.
I couldn't wait.
I wanted to kill them.
Kill them all.
I followed close behind the ancient krogan as he allowed his nose and centuries of tracking experience to find the closest nest.
It'd taken a total of three days of travel before we'd found fresh signs.
As numerous as they were, goblins were quick to realize that straying within my teacher's hunting grounds was a recipe for death. The only creatures that lived within the skull lined boundaries of our home were those monsters who were either too stupid or too strong to be swayed by the thousands of goblin skulls littering the base of the mountain.
It frustrated me that our slow progress was due to my lack of physical ability. But there were many lessons Wrex taught me during our snail-like approach.
Teacher was like a hound or maybe even a river shark in that sense.
When he caught the scent of something that needed killing, he could home in on it with unnerving accuracy. Something I would have to overcome once my lessons in 'SERE' were finished sometime next year.
But for now, he wished to immerse me in conflict so I don't "lose my edge", as he says.
Teacher knows better. I will never forget the hatred, the memories that are my reason for existence.
I think this is his method of rewarding for the effort I have put into surviving his training.
I am thankful for it. And to him.
…
"Here." I said and held out a bowl of food I had been tasked with cooking.
Not from the still screaming goblins slowly roasting and blistering over a spit, those were all for my teacher.
Wrex had told me to make something a normal human would eat, so I took what unsoiled provisions the goblins had taken from their raids and baked camp bread with a terrible soup.
"Thank you." The single survivor we had found within the last goblin nest nearly missed the bowl, her rejuvenated eyes still having trouble adjusting to the bright light of the fire.
"I did nothing worth thanking." I replied after some thought.
There was little I had done worth mentioning.
When we came close to our destination, the old Krogan began to frown as his nose took in ever deeper draws of air.
I could see a sneer beginning to grow as he marched forth without any hint of the stealth he'd drilled into my mind.
Then, he began to charge forward.
There was no battlecry, no shout of exultation, no noise except for the thundering of his heavy body crashing through bushes, trees, and the stunned goblin sentry whom died with a terrified wail.
I ran as quickly as I could to catch up to him, wondering what had made him so angry.
It was only once I finally caught up to him, breathless, that I could see exactly what had brought forth such a reaction.
Held tightly in the air by its throat, a fully matured hob gurgled nonsensically as fist after brutally smashing fist turned the monster's face into a crunchy paste.
Barely breathing on the ground behind him, I could see the burned and cut body of a girl looking up at him with ruined eyes that wept blood, tears, and foul smelling discharge.
All I did was stand there, wishing with all my heart that I was in my teacher's position.
I wanted to kill them.
Hurt them.
Goblins-
"You are here. That is more than enough." The adventurer whispered, huddling closer to herself.
I could see her gaze trail off into the distance, towards the back of the towering figure who slowly spun the pair of cooking goblins with malicious glee.
"He's strong." High Priestess mumbled, slowly taking a small bite of the bread I'd made.
"He is." I agree.
And when I become strong…
I will hunt down and destroy every last goblin in this world.
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Present Day
Goblin Slayer
"Please don't leave…" Priestess warbled pitifully, looking up at me as if I was just an arm's length away from being able to reach out and catch her hand.
Looking down at her from my position on top of the plateau, I replied.
"I can't stay. I must hunt goblins."
Turning around, I heard the sound of crows cawing as they were to do this time of day.
"Kid." Wrex nodded, barely paying half a mind to the safety line haphazardly strewn just out of reach of his grasp.
"Teacher." I returned. "I will return at the end of the month."
"Hmph. Do what you want." The krogan grumbled, busily fiddling with his omnitool's fabrication kit for Priestess' own 'basic gear'.
It was only as I was halfway down the mountain that I remembered to ask if he needed anything from town.
…
Fortunately, omnitools apparently have an impressively long communications range even without 'satellite coverage'.
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"That's him right? The Goblin Slayer?"
Entering into the administrative section of Frontier Town's Adventurer's Guild Lodge, I'd found that my presence caused a quiet hush in conversation as normal.
"Tall, armored, muscular, and quiet with a covered face… yeah, that has to be him!"
I was unsure of why my presence caused such a disturbance. While people often tended to avoid me ever since I'd been and adventurer, the quiet conversations had taken a somewhat different tone after my rank up from silver to gold.
"Is it true he only hunts goblins? But he's a gold ranker!"
"Eh!? But his equipment is so… strange and shoddy!"
But whatever the reason, it meant nothing to me. There was only one thing that mattered.
Stepping purposefully up to the front desk, I nodded towards the familiar receptionist who dutifully volunteered her time despite being the nominal guild leader of the entire Frontier.
"Ara~ it's good to see you John. It's been about a month, yes?" Kind blue eyes hooded as the woman who'd performed the killing stroke against the demon king almost nine years ago, smiled at me.
"Artemisia." I greeted back with a nod.
"W-wha!? H-h-hey, they're using their real names! What kind of relationship do they have!?"
"No one knows! Sword Maiden never says anything about it, and uh, Goblin Slayer is Goblin Slayer."
"I heard you went to visit Lord Wrex with the Priestess from that poor group of porcelains. I hope the girl is doing well for herself." The blonde beauty sighs, handing me several papers regarding goblin sightings. "I suppose I do not need to ask after the grumpy old warrior?"
The woman chuckles when I shake my head in reply. "Teacher is fine. And Priestess is acclimating well enough to his lessons."
Seeing that the conversation is finished after a few moments of waiting, I nod respectfully towards the only person in the area with a significant chance of wounding or killing me in an open battle.
"John" Artemisia's voice stops me in my tracks and causes me to turn my helmeted face towards the sharply smiling woman.
"If you happen to find something 'strange', please feel free to call for my assistance? I feel a suddenly growing urge to… take a brisk walk through the wilderness~"
Ah.
After having spent significant periods of my youth with the demon lord's killer regularly visiting Teacher's home, I am able to at least understand the subtext behind her not so innocent words.
"I will." I promise.
With Artemisia's assistance, I suspect the area will be cleared enough of encroaching goblins to return with the requested brewing supplies sooner than expected.
But for now, I would return to the ruined fortress the Sword Maiden had already purified to ensure no stragglers had returned.
And return they would, if there were any left alive.
Goblins-
"Uhm, ah… excuse me! Mr. Goblin Slayer, sir!?" Another, fretful voice called out from my side.
"Yes?" I asked, turning towards the shaking form of a steel ranked Female Knight.
Behind her I could see members of her party quietly speaking to one another with wide, disbelieving expressions.
"Er, uh… would you mind terribly if we went with you? W-we've done a few goblin hunts by ourselves so we won't be a burden!"
"Okay."
"I mean, we've been doing this for a year and when we went with Miss Sword Maiden she thought we did well at the fortress, and she said you were the best to learn anti goblin tactics from so- ah! Th-thank you Goblin Slayer, sir! We won't disappoint you!" The girl's reddening face as she quickly bows multiple times while her party gasps in shock.
For what reason, I have no idea.
"Come. We will need to stop by the armorer." I speak aloud after a momentary look over the female party's equipment.
"Um, but why?" The smallest member, a young Rhea asks inquisitively.
"You do not have kinetic barriers. Helmets are an effective defense against rocks and unexpected blows." I reply succinctly, walking ahead before the usual questions could be asked.
I have once tried to explain Teacher's otherworldly equipment a long time ago.
...
I have learned it is better to avoid the conversation and the madness that follows.
AN: Another freebie, sadly it's gonna be the last one for a bit.
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Ten Years Ago
John
This was to be my first time joining my teacher in what he called a 'live fire training exercise'.
I was admittedly more than a little excited for my first chance at putting the skills I'd been learning to good use.
"The little shits weight about as much as you do. You shouldn't have any problem dealing with them if I happen to 'miss' a couple." Left unsaid by my trainer and caretaker, was the fact that he would be allowing me to test my mettle against them.
Goblins.
I couldn't wait.
I wanted to kill them.
Kill them all.
I followed close behind the ancient krogan as he allowed his nose and centuries of tracking experience to find the closest nest.
It'd taken a total of three days of travel before we'd found fresh signs.
As numerous as they were, goblins were quick to realize that straying within my teacher's hunting grounds was a recipe for death. The only creatures that lived within the skull lined boundaries of our home were those monsters who were either too stupid or too strong to be swayed by the thousands of goblin skulls littering the base of the mountain.
It frustrated me that our slow progress was due to my lack of physical ability. But there were many lessons Wrex taught me during our snail-like approach.
Teacher was like a hound or maybe even a river shark in that sense.
When he caught the scent of something that needed killing, he could home in on it with unnerving accuracy. Something I would have to overcome once my lessons in 'SERE' were finished sometime next year.
But for now, he wished to immerse me in conflict so I don't "lose my edge", as he says.
Teacher knows better. I will never forget the hatred, the memories that are my reason for existence.
I think this is his method of rewarding for the effort I have put into surviving his training.
I am thankful for it. And to him.
…
"Here." I said and held out a bowl of food I had been tasked with cooking.
Not from the still screaming goblins slowly roasting and blistering over a spit, those were all for my teacher.
Wrex had told me to make something a normal human would eat, so I took what unsoiled provisions the goblins had taken from their raids and baked camp bread with a terrible soup.
"Thank you." The single survivor we had found within the last goblin nest nearly missed the bowl, her rejuvenated eyes still having trouble adjusting to the bright light of the fire.
"I did nothing worth thanking." I replied after some thought.
There was little I had done worth mentioning.
When we came close to our destination, the old Krogan began to frown as his nose took in ever deeper draws of air.
I could see a sneer beginning to grow as he marched forth without any hint of the stealth he'd drilled into my mind.
Then, he began to charge forward.
There was no battlecry, no shout of exultation, no noise except for the thundering of his heavy body crashing through bushes, trees, and the stunned goblin sentry whom died with a terrified wail.
I ran as quickly as I could to catch up to him, wondering what had made him so angry.
It was only once I finally caught up to him, breathless, that I could see exactly what had brought forth such a reaction.
Held tightly in the air by its throat, a fully matured hob gurgled nonsensically as fist after brutally smashing fist turned the monster's face into a crunchy paste.
Barely breathing on the ground behind him, I could see the burned and cut body of a girl looking up at him with ruined eyes that wept blood, tears, and foul smelling discharge.
All I did was stand there, wishing with all my heart that I was in my teacher's position.
I wanted to kill them.
Hurt them.
Goblins-
"You are here. That is more than enough." The adventurer whispered, huddling closer to herself.
I could see her gaze trail off into the distance, towards the back of the towering figure who slowly spun the pair of cooking goblins with malicious glee.
"He's strong." High Priestess mumbled, slowly taking a small bite of the bread I'd made.
"He is." I agree.
And when I become strong…
I will hunt down and destroy every last goblin in this world.
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Present Day
Goblin Slayer
"Please don't leave…" Priestess warbled pitifully, looking up at me as if I was just an arm's length away from being able to reach out and catch her hand.
Looking down at her from my position on top of the plateau, I replied.
"I can't stay. I must hunt goblins."
Turning around, I heard the sound of crows cawing as they were to do this time of day.
"Kid." Wrex nodded, barely paying half a mind to the safety line haphazardly strewn just out of reach of his grasp.
"Teacher." I returned. "I will return at the end of the month."
"Hmph. Do what you want." The krogan grumbled, busily fiddling with his omnitool's fabrication kit for Priestess' own 'basic gear'.
It was only as I was halfway down the mountain that I remembered to ask if he needed anything from town.
…
Fortunately, omnitools apparently have an impressively long communications range even without 'satellite coverage'.
---
"That's him right? The Goblin Slayer?"
Entering into the administrative section of Frontier Town's Adventurer's Guild Lodge, I'd found that my presence caused a quiet hush in conversation as normal.
"Tall, armored, muscular, and quiet with a covered face… yeah, that has to be him!"
I was unsure of why my presence caused such a disturbance. While people often tended to avoid me ever since I'd been and adventurer, the quiet conversations had taken a somewhat different tone after my rank up from silver to gold.
"Is it true he only hunts goblins? But he's a gold ranker!"
"Eh!? But his equipment is so… strange and shoddy!"
But whatever the reason, it meant nothing to me. There was only one thing that mattered.
Stepping purposefully up to the front desk, I nodded towards the familiar receptionist who dutifully volunteered her time despite being the nominal guild leader of the entire Frontier.
"Ara~ it's good to see you John. It's been about a month, yes?" Kind blue eyes hooded as the woman who'd performed the killing stroke against the demon king almost nine years ago, smiled at me.
"Artemisia." I greeted back with a nod.
"W-wha!? H-h-hey, they're using their real names! What kind of relationship do they have!?"
"No one knows! Sword Maiden never says anything about it, and uh, Goblin Slayer is Goblin Slayer."
"I heard you went to visit Lord Wrex with the Priestess from that poor group of porcelains. I hope the girl is doing well for herself." The blonde beauty sighs, handing me several papers regarding goblin sightings. "I suppose I do not need to ask after the grumpy old warrior?"
The woman chuckles when I shake my head in reply. "Teacher is fine. And Priestess is acclimating well enough to his lessons."
Seeing that the conversation is finished after a few moments of waiting, I nod respectfully towards the only person in the area with a significant chance of wounding or killing me in an open battle.
"John" Artemisia's voice stops me in my tracks and causes me to turn my helmeted face towards the sharply smiling woman.
"If you happen to find something 'strange', please feel free to call for my assistance? I feel a suddenly growing urge to… take a brisk walk through the wilderness~"
Ah.
After having spent significant periods of my youth with the demon lord's killer regularly visiting Teacher's home, I am able to at least understand the subtext behind her not so innocent words.
"I will." I promise.
With Artemisia's assistance, I suspect the area will be cleared enough of encroaching goblins to return with the requested brewing supplies sooner than expected.
But for now, I would return to the ruined fortress the Sword Maiden had already purified to ensure no stragglers had returned.
And return they would, if there were any left alive.
Goblins-
"Uhm, ah… excuse me! Mr. Goblin Slayer, sir!?" Another, fretful voice called out from my side.
"Yes?" I asked, turning towards the shaking form of a steel ranked Female Knight.
Behind her I could see members of her party quietly speaking to one another with wide, disbelieving expressions.
"Er, uh… would you mind terribly if we went with you? W-we've done a few goblin hunts by ourselves so we won't be a burden!"
"Okay."
"I mean, we've been doing this for a year and when we went with Miss Sword Maiden she thought we did well at the fortress, and she said you were the best to learn anti goblin tactics from so- ah! Th-thank you Goblin Slayer, sir! We won't disappoint you!" The girl's reddening face as she quickly bows multiple times while her party gasps in shock.
For what reason, I have no idea.
"Come. We will need to stop by the armorer." I speak aloud after a momentary look over the female party's equipment.
"Um, but why?" The smallest member, a young Rhea asks inquisitively.
"You do not have kinetic barriers. Helmets are an effective defense against rocks and unexpected blows." I reply succinctly, walking ahead before the usual questions could be asked.
I have once tried to explain Teacher's otherworldly equipment a long time ago.
...
I have learned it is better to avoid the conversation and the madness that follows.
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
Well, it seems that Wrex' arrival has changed more things than expected.
Time for a drinking game. In Wrex POV chapters, take a drink whenever Wrex laments the hardships of being a parent and old guy. In GS POV chapters, take a drink whenever he thinks/talks about killing goblins and how he hates them.
Time for a drinking game. In Wrex POV chapters, take a drink whenever Wrex laments the hardships of being a parent and old guy. In GS POV chapters, take a drink whenever he thinks/talks about killing goblins and how he hates them.
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Cooking Harder
Who says he didn't?
It's implied in the first chapter that GS carries a gun (specifically a shotty), and Wrex is making Priestess gear.
I mean, not that Wrex actually needs a gun to kill most low/mid tier encounters in a D&D world with anything but his biotics and bare hands
Virian
Sage of Reason and incomplete information
- Location
- Where logic has never been before
- Pronouns
- he/him
He needs the blueprints to make them. Sure he has the blueprints for an Omnitool but most guns he has access to use Eeezo something the world he's in currently lacks so he can't do much stuff. Also blackpowder weapons despite being less advanced are still complicated to use considerign his current tech and industrial base.
First you need to have a general idea of the weapon you need to make, then make a list and a mental image of all the parts, then program into the omnitool each and every single moving part, their size and make sure that the design you made is at least resilient enough to fire while covered in goblin guts and be used as a bludgeon, repeatedly then still fire.
Then comes the ammo, what ammo do you use, how big is a clip, , how big is the bullet, is it normal ammo? Armor piecing? Explosives? Something else? Then comes needing to make said ammo.
Honestly blackpowder weapons despite what sci-fi makes them seem are not simple, they're fucking complicated to design for your specific needs, are a bitch and a half to keep suplied with ammo when you don't have an industrial complex to make ammo.
We as a species are having it easy because we made said industrial complex and have centuries of experience with it. Wrex however is completely used to Eezo tech and why wouldn't he be? They pack a similar if not bigger punch, are easier to fabricate with an omnitool, are far more versatile and if ammo becomes a problem then that means something has gone horribly wrong or you forgot to buy an ammo block 20 years ago when you last recharged.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I suspect that due to the advance special force training regime that Wrex made for Goblin Slayer has made our lovely ball of murder a muscular chad that gets all dem girls. His diet of eating the remains of his slain foes are also a point. Hot damn do I want to see how he looks!
Our old Krogan's presence has made large ripples in the timeline. Saving the Sword Maiden has granted Goblin Slayer more fame and contacts with people he can have genuine conversations with, and people now truly respect him for his achievements. Though I do wonder what he did to achieve the same rank as Sword Maiden.
I'm guessing that by Goblin Slayers actions in the last chapters that he is a fair bit stronger than his cannon counterpart. His strength certainly is if he can go blow to blow with Goblin Champions. Does he regularly fight monsters that are physically superior to him?
Did Wrex do some technology uplifting here by giving out kinetic shields and fabricated equipment? I wonder how that goes. Is he constantly being targeted by those that want his technology or is he being scouted to become some sort of master blacksmith/Rune Smith?
Also, thanks for the chapter, and keep up the good work! I truly can't wait to see where this goes!
Our old Krogan's presence has made large ripples in the timeline. Saving the Sword Maiden has granted Goblin Slayer more fame and contacts with people he can have genuine conversations with, and people now truly respect him for his achievements. Though I do wonder what he did to achieve the same rank as Sword Maiden.
I'm guessing that by Goblin Slayers actions in the last chapters that he is a fair bit stronger than his cannon counterpart. His strength certainly is if he can go blow to blow with Goblin Champions. Does he regularly fight monsters that are physically superior to him?
Did Wrex do some technology uplifting here by giving out kinetic shields and fabricated equipment? I wonder how that goes. Is he constantly being targeted by those that want his technology or is he being scouted to become some sort of master blacksmith/Rune Smith?
Also, thanks for the chapter, and keep up the good work! I truly can't wait to see where this goes!
White Lantern
A really overpowered Mary Sue self insert
- Location
- Sector 2184
I don't want alcohol poisoning thanks
My opinion only, but Goblins would benefit more from firearms then without.
Granted firearms are harder to make and maintain, but cheapo zip gun version with underpowered powder and leadballs can and will severely injured a high tier human/elven/dwarven adventurers.
It might seems impossible for Goblins, stupid and weak goblins to be able to produce their own firearm and make their own gunpowder.. but the entire point of Goblin Slayers are that weak goblins are not as weak as we all thought.
TL DR : firearms bad at goblin universe.
And you are free to argue otherwise..
Granted firearms are harder to make and maintain, but cheapo zip gun version with underpowered powder and leadballs can and will severely injured a high tier human/elven/dwarven adventurers.
It might seems impossible for Goblins, stupid and weak goblins to be able to produce their own firearm and make their own gunpowder.. but the entire point of Goblin Slayers are that weak goblins are not as weak as we all thought.
TL DR : firearms bad at goblin universe.
And you are free to argue otherwise..
konamikode
Cooking Harder
I lied about not getting another chapter out. I've got all day to write today so I'm gonna indulge in my muse a bit before doing a QQ commission.
About the only thing that stops Wrex from making more eezo weapons would be the lack of eezo. Most of his supply is what he has from the crashed ship which he's mostly scrapped and put into a resource cache in the decade he's been on planet.
Basically he's got enough raw material to craft, supply, and repair equipment for around a company worth of soldiers to fight in a low intensity 'backwater' war for the next few decades or longer depending on various factors.
Even if he were to ever run out of advanced materials, we also need to remember that the lowest estimates place Wrex at around 1400 years old by the time canon rolls around as he was fighting during the Krogan Rebellion. And Wrex being Wrex, he's not only one of the deadliest warriors in the galaxy, he has other things going for him besides his combat potential.
He's a student of history and being as old as he is, is wise enough to know that the key to winning any engagement is preparation, resources, and the knowledge to practically use said information. I could totally see him being a nerd who learned the physical workings and chemical compositions of 'ancient' weapons and armor that struck his fancy.
Also given his tendency to get into crazy situations throughout his long life, he'd probably have a plan if he were ever stuck on a feudal death world. Likely his own personal repository of knowledge called "The Cookbook"
Probably something like this, but with his novel coloring of black hair and reddish eyes.
Basically a maximum human potential version of an ME2 Renegade Shep with longer hair.
Nothing ultra crazy like killing the demon lord. It was GS doing stuff he usually did, but with his greater than canon combat prowess, gear, and Krogan warfighting techniques/nurture, he's become well known for his wide breath of 'heroic level multiclassing abilities'.
Besides additional fame from basically being a goblin slaying scout marine equivalent, he regularly happens to take out other local threats if he happens to run into them. Unlike in canon, Wrex made damn sure that Goblin Slayer would be able to fight, kill, and catalogue notes on every possible opponent he could face during his crusade against gob kind.
In essence, GS kinda needed a side job when there weren't goblins to kill, ironically enough. Besides one manning goblin hordes, he's also been part of parties to clear out other 'more dangerous' threats to the frontier.
Oh yeah, GS goes on 'side quests' whenever 'main quests' slow down to make extra resources for 'story quests'.
He's kind of a hermit. Wrex only equips his pupils, or those basically close enough to him to be considered as such.
He has no desire to uplift a death world unlike most 'transmigrated' (stranded in his case), characters.
Wrex is still in the funk of his mid life crisis so he's just treating this time as a vacation. Sort of.
Wrex is an unrollable NPC who uses a completely different 'dice system'. While he's got a companion functionality, it's tremendously difficult for PC adventurers to find out about him currently.
That said, GS has been ever so slowly working on side quests working towards finally unlocking the secret series of quests known as "Reintroducing Grumpy Alien Grandpa to Society"
If they could find a source of properly made firearms? Sure. Otherwise I'd say goblins would do just as much damage to themselves, if not more, due to faulty equipment, shit trigger discipline, and regularly suicidal stupidity
About the only thing that stops Wrex from making more eezo weapons would be the lack of eezo. Most of his supply is what he has from the crashed ship which he's mostly scrapped and put into a resource cache in the decade he's been on planet.
Basically he's got enough raw material to craft, supply, and repair equipment for around a company worth of soldiers to fight in a low intensity 'backwater' war for the next few decades or longer depending on various factors.
Even if he were to ever run out of advanced materials, we also need to remember that the lowest estimates place Wrex at around 1400 years old by the time canon rolls around as he was fighting during the Krogan Rebellion. And Wrex being Wrex, he's not only one of the deadliest warriors in the galaxy, he has other things going for him besides his combat potential.
He's a student of history and being as old as he is, is wise enough to know that the key to winning any engagement is preparation, resources, and the knowledge to practically use said information. I could totally see him being a nerd who learned the physical workings and chemical compositions of 'ancient' weapons and armor that struck his fancy.
Also given his tendency to get into crazy situations throughout his long life, he'd probably have a plan if he were ever stuck on a feudal death world. Likely his own personal repository of knowledge called "The Cookbook"
Probably something like this, but with his novel coloring of black hair and reddish eyes.
Basically a maximum human potential version of an ME2 Renegade Shep with longer hair.
Nothing ultra crazy like killing the demon lord. It was GS doing stuff he usually did, but with his greater than canon combat prowess, gear, and Krogan warfighting techniques/nurture, he's become well known for his wide breath of 'heroic level multiclassing abilities'.
Besides additional fame from basically being a goblin slaying scout marine equivalent, he regularly happens to take out other local threats if he happens to run into them. Unlike in canon, Wrex made damn sure that Goblin Slayer would be able to fight, kill, and catalogue notes on every possible opponent he could face during his crusade against gob kind.
In essence, GS kinda needed a side job when there weren't goblins to kill, ironically enough. Besides one manning goblin hordes, he's also been part of parties to clear out other 'more dangerous' threats to the frontier.
Oh yeah, GS goes on 'side quests' whenever 'main quests' slow down to make extra resources for 'story quests'.
He's kind of a hermit. Wrex only equips his pupils, or those basically close enough to him to be considered as such.
He has no desire to uplift a death world unlike most 'transmigrated' (stranded in his case), characters.
Wrex is still in the funk of his mid life crisis so he's just treating this time as a vacation. Sort of.
Wrex is an unrollable NPC who uses a completely different 'dice system'. While he's got a companion functionality, it's tremendously difficult for PC adventurers to find out about him currently.
That said, GS has been ever so slowly working on side quests working towards finally unlocking the secret series of quests known as "Reintroducing Grumpy Alien Grandpa to Society"
If they could find a source of properly made firearms? Sure. Otherwise I'd say goblins would do just as much damage to themselves, if not more, due to faulty equipment, shit trigger discipline, and regularly suicidal stupidity
- Location
- Williamsburg, OH
Shoddy equipment doesn't make it any less dangerous as long as the "accidents" happen when they're close enough to someone, kamikaze is quite practical with their birth rates...If they could find a source of properly made firearms? Sure. Otherwise I'd say goblins would do just as much damage to themselves, if not more, due to faulty equipment, shit trigger discipline, and regularly suicidal stupidity
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- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
I can believe Wrex kept his notes from his highschool science projects, trying to make the biggest, loudest, smelliest boom. As we all know about krogan science:About the only thing that stops Wrex from making more eezo weapons would be the lack of eezo. Most of his supply is what he has from the crashed ship which he's mostly scrapped and put into a resource cache in the decade he's been on planet.
Basically he's got enough raw material to craft, supply, and repair equipment for around a company worth of soldiers to fight in a low intensity 'backwater' war for the next few decades or longer depending on various factors.
Even if he were to ever run out of advanced materials, we also need to remember that the lowest estimates place Wrex at around 1400 years old by the time canon rolls around as he was fighting during the Krogan Rebellion. And Wrex being Wrex, he's not only one of the deadliest warriors in the galaxy, he has other things going for him besides his combat potential.
He's a student of history and being as old as he is, is wise enough to know that the key to winning any engagement is preparation, resources, and the knowledge to practically use said information. I could totally see him being a nerd who learned the physical workings and chemical compositions of 'ancient' weapons and armor that struck his fancy.
Also given his tendency to get into crazy situations throughout his long life, he'd probably have a plan if he were ever stuck on a feudal death world. Likely his own personal repository of knowledge called "The Cookbook"
But seriously, I believe he'd know how to make crude blackpowder weapons.
The skaven school of gun control.If they could find a source of properly made firearms? Sure. Otherwise I'd say goblins would do just as much damage to themselves, if not more, due to faulty equipment, shit trigger discipline, and regularly suicidal stupidity