McIan
Journeyman
A goblin’s ears are unique: they are extremely long, tapered, and pointed, but that only seems to enhance their ability to amplify sound. P’Doink, the goblin-guest of Deminatza, and now Scar’s friend also, awoke upon hearing the sound of their voices on the floor above her own plush but barracks-like room. They were not really speaking loudly, and certainly not shouting, but were discussing events pertaining to a visit to Trinsic in clearly urgent tones.
She understood Trinsic to be a city, not in Malas where she now resided; it had been invaded by an army of red goblins; the place was an horrendous mess, and rats were beginning to multiply. The concern in her friend, Deminatza’s, words impressed the female goblin and it made her a bit surly and indignant. Though she had never actually seen one of the red goblins, she had heard tales of them and knew of what they were capable. He own kind could be ruthless enough, but those were nothing less than bloodthirsty brutes, incapable of being taught manners or caring for anything except themselves.
And if they were a danger to Trinsic, and if Deminatza was worried, then she and other humans like her would be in very real danger too.
The longer she mused on all of this the more resolute she became. “This not gud! Not none!” PD muttered. “No can rest now.” She arose from her bed, dressed herself in her armor, grabbed her combat kit, and set out in the middle of the night for Trinsic – goblin eyes were better in the dark than in daylight anyway. Before she departed, she scribbled a note for Deminatza and left it on her bed: "I go Trinsic for fight! I save my friends!"
She did not know where the city was, but she would find her way to it, one way or another. And when she did, let her vile kin feel the keen sting of her arrows!
She understood Trinsic to be a city, not in Malas where she now resided; it had been invaded by an army of red goblins; the place was an horrendous mess, and rats were beginning to multiply. The concern in her friend, Deminatza’s, words impressed the female goblin and it made her a bit surly and indignant. Though she had never actually seen one of the red goblins, she had heard tales of them and knew of what they were capable. He own kind could be ruthless enough, but those were nothing less than bloodthirsty brutes, incapable of being taught manners or caring for anything except themselves.
And if they were a danger to Trinsic, and if Deminatza was worried, then she and other humans like her would be in very real danger too.
The longer she mused on all of this the more resolute she became. “This not gud! Not none!” PD muttered. “No can rest now.” She arose from her bed, dressed herself in her armor, grabbed her combat kit, and set out in the middle of the night for Trinsic – goblin eyes were better in the dark than in daylight anyway. Before she departed, she scribbled a note for Deminatza and left it on her bed: "I go Trinsic for fight! I save my friends!"
She did not know where the city was, but she would find her way to it, one way or another. And when she did, let her vile kin feel the keen sting of her arrows!
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