Innverse Stats | Goblin Days (Pt.1)

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Rags	One of the benefits of being short was the Unpunchability Principle. It was one of Rags’ theories on the world: tall people felt a bit bad about hitting you. This applied even if you were at war; enemies tended to seek out the big and imposing types first. If they did go for you, it was because they thought you were small and, therefore, weak.
Rags	The entire world was heightist. Just like it was also rightist and, possibly, racist. People tended to favor right-handed things and liked tall and attractive people. This generally worked as a rule of thumb across species, though Rags would own that she had no insight into Selphids and a few other races.
Rags	All this to say that the Unpunchability Principle had worked well in Rags’ relatively short life. Until it didn’t.
Rags	The Great Chieftain of the Flooded Waters cartwheeled through the air, rocks and water spinning around her. The roar of Goblins filled her ears; she tried to curl up—hit a patch of rocks, and went bouncing as her side exploded in pain.
Rags	Her chest was one big lump of agony. She didn’t think she’d broken anything; the punch had launched her like a stone across the ground. Rags bounced again, hit the surf, and caught herself before she rolled into the sea. She got up, the surf stinging her back, checking her Wyvernhide armor.
Rags	It was, amazingly, unbroken. The tough leather lined with red Carn Wolf fur was fine. Rags pulled at her back instinctively, reaching for her prized weapon.
Redscar	The huge, Dwarfsteel crossbow that had defined her rise to power. Snarling, she looked up as she saw Redscar lifting his swords, slashing carefully at the Goblins surrounding him. He wore similar armor to hers; his attackers were bare-chested, male and female, wearing only loincloths. A gigantic figure pushed them aside as he ran at her; he had to be twelve feet tall, and he looked like Grimalkin—green, huge, and smarter than Rags had thought.
Grimalkin Duveig	The huge, Dwarfsteel crossbow that had defined her rise to power. Snarling, she looked up as she saw Redscar lifting his swords, slashing carefully at the Goblins surrounding him. He wore similar armor to hers; his attackers were bare-chested, male and female, wearing only loincloths. A gigantic figure pushed them aside as he ran at her; he had to be twelve feet tall, and he looked like Grimalkin—green, huge, and smarter than Rags had thought.
Rags	The huge, Dwarfsteel crossbow that had defined her rise to power. Snarling, she looked up as she saw Redscar lifting his swords, slashing carefully at the Goblins surrounding him. He wore similar armor to hers; his attackers were bare-chested, male and female, wearing only loincloths. A gigantic figure pushed them aside as he ran at her; he had to be twelve feet tall, and he looked like Grimalkin—green, huge, and smarter than Rags had thought.
Rags	Chieftain Naumel had a fist raised and more scars on one arm than Rags had ever taken in her life. He had an expression she’d never seen on a Goblin: the pure kind of smile that she associated with Mrsha or children. Enjoyment. But also—he whipped to one side, dodging her as she raised her crossbow and pulled the trigger—the look of a Gold-rank adventurer. That casual knowledge he could kill anything and anyone he wanted to.
Rags	Chieftain Naumel had a fist raised and more scars on one arm than Rags had ever taken in her life. He had an expression she’d never seen on a Goblin: the pure kind of smile that she associated with Mrsha or children. Enjoyment. But also—he whipped to one side, dodging her as she raised her crossbow and pulled the trigger—the look of a Gold-rank adventurer. That casual knowledge he could kill anything and anyone he wanted to.
Mrsha	Chieftain Naumel had a fist raised and more scars on one arm than Rags had ever taken in her life. He had an expression she’d never seen on a Goblin: the pure kind of smile that she associated with Mrsha or children. Enjoyment. But also—he whipped to one side, dodging her as she raised her crossbow and pulled the trigger—the look of a Gold-rank adventurer. That casual knowledge he could kill anything and anyone he wanted to.
Florist	Monster. The thought popped into Rags’ mind, and she discarded it at once as unworthy of her. She shifted her aim from his face to his right kneecap and pulled the trigger.
Rags	Monster. The thought popped into Rags’ mind, and she discarded it at once as unworthy of her. She shifted her aim from his face to his right kneecap and pulled the trigger.
Rags	The Kraken Eater’s Chieftain dodged again in another burst of speed, but Rags didn’t hear the satisfying click and feel the thud of the giant crossbow fire. Instead, she heard a wretched creaking sound, looked down, and saw one limb of the crossbow was bent. The taut string was going t—
Rags	The Kraken Eater’s Chieftain dodged again in another burst of speed, but Rags didn’t hear the satisfying click and feel the thud of the giant crossbow fire. Instead, she heard a wretched creaking sound, looked down, and saw one limb of the crossbow was bent. The taut string was going t—
Rags	The Chieftain of the Kraken Eaters ran at Rags as the crossbow exploded and kicked her off her feet and into the surf. Rags, struggling to get out of the water, had a moment to look up and see him leaping into the air like a green comet of war.
Rags	The Chieftain of the Kraken Eaters ran at Rags as the crossbow exploded and kicked her off her feet and into the surf. Rags, struggling to get out of the water, had a moment to look up and see him leaping into the air like a green comet of war.
Rags	The Chieftain of the Kraken Eaters ran at Rags as the crossbow exploded and kicked her off her feet and into the surf. Rags, struggling to get out of the water, had a moment to look up and see him leaping into the air like a green comet of war.
Izril	The Kraken Eaters were a famous Goblin tribe known to Izril’s north as the most dangerous Goblin tribe still at large. They had, in fact, survived so many attacks that they were classified as a Named-rank threat. And they’d beaten Named-rank teams like Orchestra.
Tremborag	Fomirelin; giants who could be over ten feet tall. Like Tremborag had been—but permanently huge. The Kraken Eaters were, thusly, a terror much like the Bloodfeast Raiders. One the Five Families might have eradicated, should have, arguably. But since the Kraken Eaters found easier targets away from Five Family lands most times, they were a lower priority. When they did hit a Terland settlement and the outraged Terlands sent a Golem Reprisal Force after them…the Kraken Eaters made cairns out of Golem heads and looted the bodies for metal for their armor.
Rags	They were led by Chieftain Naumel, a Fomirelin [Great Chieftain], who was a ‘battle maniac’ according to Anazurhe, the Goblin Witch Chieftain of the Molten Stone tribe. Naumel had resisted calls to join Tremborag’s Mountain City tribe, and he had been described as the sort who might have refused the Goblin King himself if he’d been alive when Velan had rampaged across Izril.
[Great Chieftain]	They were led by Chieftain Naumel, a Fomirelin [Great Chieftain], who was a ‘battle maniac’ according to Anazurhe, the Goblin Witch Chieftain of the Molten Stone tribe. Naumel had resisted calls to join Tremborag’s Mountain City tribe, and he had been described as the sort who might have refused the Goblin King himself if he’d been alive when Velan had rampaged across Izril.
Rags	They were led by Chieftain Naumel, a Fomirelin [Great Chieftain], who was a ‘battle maniac’ according to Anazurhe, the Goblin Witch Chieftain of the Molten Stone tribe. Naumel had resisted calls to join Tremborag’s Mountain City tribe, and he had been described as the sort who might have refused the Goblin King himself if he’d been alive when Velan had rampaged across Izril.
Anazurhe	They were led by Chieftain Naumel, a Fomirelin [Great Chieftain], who was a ‘battle maniac’ according to Anazurhe, the Goblin Witch Chieftain of the Molten Stone tribe. Naumel had resisted calls to join Tremborag’s Mountain City tribe, and he had been described as the sort who might have refused the Goblin King himself if he’d been alive when Velan had rampaged across Izril.

Rags

One of the benefits of being short was the Unpunchability Principle. It was one of Rags’ theories on the world: tall people felt a bit bad about hitting you. This applied even if you were at war; enemies tended to seek out the big and imposing types first. If they did go for you, it was because they thought you were small and, therefore, weak.

Rags

The entire world was heightist. Just like it was also rightist and, possibly, racist. People tended to favor right-handed things and liked tall and attractive people. This generally worked as a rule of thumb across species, though Rags would own that she had no insight into Selphids and a few other races.

Rags

All this to say that the Unpunchability Principle had worked well in Rags’ relatively short life. Until it didn’t.

Rags

The Great Chieftain of the Flooded Waters cartwheeled through the air, rocks and water spinning around her. The roar of Goblins filled her ears; she tried to curl up—hit a patch of rocks, and went bouncing as her side exploded in pain.

Rags

Her chest was one big lump of agony. She didn’t think she’d broken anything; the punch had launched her like a stone across the ground. Rags bounced again, hit the surf, and caught herself before she rolled into the sea. She got up, the surf stinging her back, checking her Wyvernhide armor.

Rags

It was, amazingly, unbroken. The tough leather lined with red Carn Wolf fur was fine. Rags pulled at her back instinctively, reaching for her prized weapon.

Redscar

The huge, Dwarfsteel crossbow that had defined her rise to power. Snarling, she looked up as she saw Redscar lifting his swords, slashing carefully at the Goblins surrounding him. He wore similar armor to hers; his attackers were bare-chested, male and female, wearing only loincloths. A gigantic figure pushed them aside as he ran at her; he had to be twelve feet tall, and he looked like Grimalkin—green, huge, and smarter than Rags had thought.

Grimalkin Duveig

The huge, Dwarfsteel crossbow that had defined her rise to power. Snarling, she looked up as she saw Redscar lifting his swords, slashing carefully at the Goblins surrounding him. He wore similar armor to hers; his attackers were bare-chested, male and female, wearing only loincloths. A gigantic figure pushed them aside as he ran at her; he had to be twelve feet tall, and he looked like Grimalkin—green, huge, and smarter than Rags had thought.

Rags

The huge, Dwarfsteel crossbow that had defined her rise to power. Snarling, she looked up as she saw Redscar lifting his swords, slashing carefully at the Goblins surrounding him. He wore similar armor to hers; his attackers were bare-chested, male and female, wearing only loincloths. A gigantic figure pushed them aside as he ran at her; he had to be twelve feet tall, and he looked like Grimalkin—green, huge, and smarter than Rags had thought.

Rags

Chieftain Naumel had a fist raised and more scars on one arm than Rags had ever taken in her life. He had an expression she’d never seen on a Goblin: the pure kind of smile that she associated with Mrsha or children. Enjoyment. But also—he whipped to one side, dodging her as she raised her crossbow and pulled the trigger—the look of a Gold-rank adventurer. That casual knowledge he could kill anything and anyone he wanted to.

Rags

Chieftain Naumel had a fist raised and more scars on one arm than Rags had ever taken in her life. He had an expression she’d never seen on a Goblin: the pure kind of smile that she associated with Mrsha or children. Enjoyment. But also—he whipped to one side, dodging her as she raised her crossbow and pulled the trigger—the look of a Gold-rank adventurer. That casual knowledge he could kill anything and anyone he wanted to.

Mrsha

Chieftain Naumel had a fist raised and more scars on one arm than Rags had ever taken in her life. He had an expression she’d never seen on a Goblin: the pure kind of smile that she associated with Mrsha or children. Enjoyment. But also—he whipped to one side, dodging her as she raised her crossbow and pulled the trigger—the look of a Gold-rank adventurer. That casual knowledge he could kill anything and anyone he wanted to.

Florist

Monster. The thought popped into Rags’ mind, and she discarded it at once as unworthy of her. She shifted her aim from his face to his right kneecap and pulled the trigger.

Rags

Monster. The thought popped into Rags’ mind, and she discarded it at once as unworthy of her. She shifted her aim from his face to his right kneecap and pulled the trigger.

Rags

The Kraken Eater’s Chieftain dodged again in another burst of speed, but Rags didn’t hear the satisfying click and feel the thud of the giant crossbow fire. Instead, she heard a wretched creaking sound, looked down, and saw one limb of the crossbow was bent. The taut string was going t—

Rags

The Kraken Eater’s Chieftain dodged again in another burst of speed, but Rags didn’t hear the satisfying click and feel the thud of the giant crossbow fire. Instead, she heard a wretched creaking sound, looked down, and saw one limb of the crossbow was bent. The taut string was going t—

Rags

The Chieftain of the Kraken Eaters ran at Rags as the crossbow exploded and kicked her off her feet and into the surf. Rags, struggling to get out of the water, had a moment to look up and see him leaping into the air like a green comet of war.

Rags

The Chieftain of the Kraken Eaters ran at Rags as the crossbow exploded and kicked her off her feet and into the surf. Rags, struggling to get out of the water, had a moment to look up and see him leaping into the air like a green comet of war.

Rags

The Chieftain of the Kraken Eaters ran at Rags as the crossbow exploded and kicked her off her feet and into the surf. Rags, struggling to get out of the water, had a moment to look up and see him leaping into the air like a green comet of war.

Izril

The Kraken Eaters were a famous Goblin tribe known to Izril’s north as the most dangerous Goblin tribe still at large. They had, in fact, survived so many attacks that they were classified as a Named-rank threat. And they’d beaten Named-rank teams like Orchestra.

Tremborag

Fomirelin; giants who could be over ten feet tall. Like Tremborag had been—but permanently huge. The Kraken Eaters were, thusly, a terror much like the Bloodfeast Raiders. One the Five Families might have eradicated, should have, arguably. But since the Kraken Eaters found easier targets away from Five Family lands most times, they were a lower priority. When they did hit a Terland settlement and the outraged Terlands sent a Golem Reprisal Force after them…the Kraken Eaters made cairns out of Golem heads and looted the bodies for metal for their armor.

Rags

They were led by Chieftain Naumel, a Fomirelin [Great Chieftain], who was a ‘battle maniac’ according to Anazurhe, the Goblin Witch Chieftain of the Molten Stone tribe. Naumel had resisted calls to join Tremborag’s Mountain City tribe, and he had been described as the sort who might have refused the Goblin King himself if he’d been alive when Velan had rampaged across Izril.

[Great Chieftain]

They were led by Chieftain Naumel, a Fomirelin [Great Chieftain], who was a ‘battle maniac’ according to Anazurhe, the Goblin Witch Chieftain of the Molten Stone tribe. Naumel had resisted calls to join Tremborag’s Mountain City tribe, and he had been described as the sort who might have refused the Goblin King himself if he’d been alive when Velan had rampaged across Izril.

Rags

They were led by Chieftain Naumel, a Fomirelin [Great Chieftain], who was a ‘battle maniac’ according to Anazurhe, the Goblin Witch Chieftain of the Molten Stone tribe. Naumel had resisted calls to join Tremborag’s Mountain City tribe, and he had been described as the sort who might have refused the Goblin King himself if he’d been alive when Velan had rampaged across Izril.

Anazurhe

They were led by Chieftain Naumel, a Fomirelin [Great Chieftain], who was a ‘battle maniac’ according to Anazurhe, the Goblin Witch Chieftain of the Molten Stone tribe. Naumel had resisted calls to join Tremborag’s Mountain City tribe, and he had been described as the sort who might have refused the Goblin King himself if he’d been alive when Velan had rampaged across Izril.

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