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Chapter 3.31 G 

Word count: 9983
Released on: Nov. 7, 2017, 6:15 a.m.
Last edited: May 17, 2023, 1:31 a.m.
Book: Winter Solstice (4)
Most mentioned character
251 mentions
Rags
Most mentioned class
5 mentions
[Merchant]
Most mentioned skill
1 mentions
[Fleet Foot]
Most mentioned spell
2 mentions
[Firefly]
Most mentioned location
3 mentions
Liscor

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[Tactician Level 16!][Tactician Level 16!]
[Conditions Met: Leader → Chieftain Class!][Conditions Met: Leader → Chieftain Class!]
Rags
 		[Conditions Met: Leader → Chieftain Class!]
[Chieftain Level 15!][Chieftain Level 15!]
Rags
 		[Chieftain Level 15!]
[Class Consolidation: Scavenger removed.][Class Consolidation: Scavenger removed.]
[Class Consolidation: Tinkerer removed.][Class Consolidation: Tinkerer removed.]
[Skill – Tribe: Fleet Foot obtained!][Skill – Tribe: Fleet Foot obtained!]
[Skill – Lesser Tinkering obtained!][Skill – Lesser Tinkering obtained!]
Rags
 		It was like thunder in her mind. The words thundered in Rags head, waking her up instantly from her deep sleep. Unlike other times she’d leveled up, this announcement came towards the end of her rest. But once she had awoken, sleep was only a memory.
Rags
 		She had leveled up. Not only that, she had changed classes. She was a different person than she had been last night. Rags felt it. She was now a Chieftain, both among Goblins and in the eyes of the world.
Rags
 		She had leveled up. Not only that, she had changed classes. She was a different person than she had been last night. Rags felt it. She was now a Chieftain, both among Goblins and in the eyes of the world.
Rags
 		Oh, sweetness. Rags made herself smile toothily as she sat up next to her personal campfire. She had been waiting a long time to hear those words.
Rags
 		In this world, leveling up was more important than a birthday. It was far more special than any holiday, and in fact constituted an occasion for rejoicing in itself. And so Rags told the rest of her tribe what had happened, knowing full well what would occur next.
Tremborag
 		Even Goblins partied, rare though such occasions were. It was a mark of a tribe’s wealth that they could celebrate anything. As wrong as Tremborag’s Goblins had been, they’d captured something in their huge banquets that represented Goblin society as a whole.
Rags
 		There really wasn’t much to a Goblin party. But it was a time when they could all relax, except for those few unhappy souls who had to keep watch. Rags sat in the center of her camp, content to eat and do little else. That was what being a Goblin was like she reflected; a happy moment was one where you didn’t have to do anything.
Rags
 		Of course, there was some attention paid to her as the center of this celebration. Rags was offered the choicest cut of meat and the best cooked food—although as Chieftain she generally got that anyways. She had her own seat which wasn’t crowded and other Goblins made way for her—again, standard for any Chieftain. But it was enough and appropriate. The only other thing Goblins did was stare at Rags and pat her approvingly as she passed—that got annoying fast for her.
Rags
 		Of course, there was some attention paid to her as the center of this celebration. Rags was offered the choicest cut of meat and the best cooked food—although as Chieftain she generally got that anyways. She had her own seat which wasn’t crowded and other Goblins made way for her—again, standard for any Chieftain. But it was enough and appropriate. The only other thing Goblins did was stare at Rags and pat her approvingly as she passed—that got annoying fast for her.
Rags
 		Of course, there was some attention paid to her as the center of this celebration. Rags was offered the choicest cut of meat and the best cooked food—although as Chieftain she generally got that anyways. She had her own seat which wasn’t crowded and other Goblins made way for her—again, standard for any Chieftain. But it was enough and appropriate. The only other thing Goblins did was stare at Rags and pat her approvingly as she passed—that got annoying fast for her.
Rags
 		Of course, there was some attention paid to her as the center of this celebration. Rags was offered the choicest cut of meat and the best cooked food—although as Chieftain she generally got that anyways. She had her own seat which wasn’t crowded and other Goblins made way for her—again, standard for any Chieftain. But it was enough and appropriate. The only other thing Goblins did was stare at Rags and pat her approvingly as she passed—that got annoying fast for her.
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