DemetrioMachete
Messiah of the New Night
The Pine Forests surrounding Acuity, 1:46 P.M.
Bloodless carnage. How curious a concept. Broken, smoking goblin bodies surrounded him, as he hobbled forward. The stench they gave off... it compared nothing to that of their killer. Only one goblin of the camp remained. Flat on the ground, he was, at least until he began to try and scoot backwards, away from his impending death. Not wishing to die, his mouth, filled with sharp, but timid teeth, scrambled out a desperate cry."B-bree yark! Paiche... bree yark!" [I surrender! Please... I surrender!] But alas, they fell on deaf ears. The killer of his minions hobbled over the goblin's prone form, as he took in what his attacker looked like up close...
He had a bulbous head, with ashen black skin and yellow eyes. His limbs were long and gangly, even though it was only three feet tall. It wore a fine brown tunic, with trousers to match. The stench it exhumed was worse than anything the Goblin had ever smelled, and as it held up a single finger to the Goblin's head, it uttered a single phrase.
"I'm afraid I don't speak Goblin." there was a sound of ethereal energy lashing out, as a purple beam of energy skewered the Goblin's head, its expression going slack as it fell limp. The short and smelly creature's business here was done.
. . .
Acuity, 4:10 P.M
It was quite to walk to return back to the village. Schmuckles had been tracking that Goblin band all morning. It surprised him that he remembered how to make it back. The small Boggle's first stop was the Barracks, where the town guard resided. Once he had found the Captain, without a word, he slammed a sack down at his feet, spilling forth a number of Goblin teeth and ears, as well as a sheet of papyrus detailing a bounty.Acuity, 4:10 P.M
"Do you know what this is, Captain?" the Boggle asked him cheerily. The Captain, a Human with a beard at least half as thick as a dwarf's gazed down at the spilled sack and bounty, his gaze sleepy and uninterested.
"... teeth, ears n' blood I expect you to clean up?" Came his calm, dull response. The Boggle snorted, as he emphasized the bounty in his hand.
"It's... it's the bounty you sent me out to claim. The goblin raiders? The ones harassing the farmers' animals? Well this is them. They're dead."
"Oh really...?" His expression didn't change, as he looked around, finding the nearest guard and gesturing for him to go and get the Boggle's reward.
"As tiny as you look I didn't think you'd actually kill 'em. Alrighty... 100 gold. As detailed." As the guard returned with a sack of coin, Schmuckles had set to sweeping the goblin pieces back into the sack, trying to scrub up the blood with the sack itself. A trade was made, and the boggle walked out of the barracks a wealthier fairy.
Time to waste it all on food and drink, he thought. Off to the tavern! As he hobbled along, the tiny Boggle thought aloud to himself.
"To think... 400 years ago I had tried to destroy all of this. I think it so preposterous, now. But even without my old self, there is still danger. A danger which lurks out of our reach, waiting to strike. Why is no one... reacting to it?"
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