The journey starts
Ah today had an eventful morning. In the night a Barbarian Lunatic ventured his way into my cave. His image darkened and lightened from the fire I had made. I woke up just as he was leaving. Then he leaned over and examined my Ivory Cup. There was no way he would EVER steal that cup from me. My brows lowered and my nose crinkled into a web of hatred.. I was going to kill him for trying to steal the cup... So I grabbed my small cleaver and charged at him from behind...
Just before I was closed in on him, he stopped. The poor bastard must have heard me, but he knew his fate all too well. With just one chop, I felt the heavy weapon shatter through a few bones while it pocketed itself into his back. He fell to his hands and knees, while bubbly blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. I laid my foot on his back and tried to pull out the cleaver, but I just wasn't strong enough. So I rolled him into the fire to let him crisp. At first he was still barely alive. Screams of protest filled the cave, but then after ten or so seconds of being engulfed in flames, his screaming was eased.
The cave smelled of burned flesh for the rest of the day, but I didn't care. I am a goblin! I ate a good part of his crisped loins then decided to smoke the rest and trade it for some gear. About noon I gathered my stuff and set off, journeying for a group of goblins to ally myself with. With my cup, my burned axe, some meat, and a half rotting cotton bedspread, i decided to head off into the hills.
I walked, climbed, and cursed my way into the night, yet i have not to even see any other sign of life. Perhaps the stone rain from the day before had scared most of the animals away... whatever the reason, I will find out later. But for the moment I found a flat area and slept.
Just before I was closed in on him, he stopped. The poor bastard must have heard me, but he knew his fate all too well. With just one chop, I felt the heavy weapon shatter through a few bones while it pocketed itself into his back. He fell to his hands and knees, while bubbly blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. I laid my foot on his back and tried to pull out the cleaver, but I just wasn't strong enough. So I rolled him into the fire to let him crisp. At first he was still barely alive. Screams of protest filled the cave, but then after ten or so seconds of being engulfed in flames, his screaming was eased.
The cave smelled of burned flesh for the rest of the day, but I didn't care. I am a goblin! I ate a good part of his crisped loins then decided to smoke the rest and trade it for some gear. About noon I gathered my stuff and set off, journeying for a group of goblins to ally myself with. With my cup, my burned axe, some meat, and a half rotting cotton bedspread, i decided to head off into the hills.
I walked, climbed, and cursed my way into the night, yet i have not to even see any other sign of life. Perhaps the stone rain from the day before had scared most of the animals away... whatever the reason, I will find out later. But for the moment I found a flat area and slept.