Innverse Stats | Goblin Days (Pt. 3) – Vengeance and Talking

Name	Text
Rags	Rags woke up to someone poking her in the face.
Rags	“Chieftain. Chieftain. He back.”
Rags	“Chieftain. Chieftain. He back.”
Gothica	It was Gothica. Most Goblins were scared of annoying Chieftain Rags, who was notoriously grumpy at times. They also lacked context for inn-type events or non-Goblin culture.
Rags	It was Gothica. Most Goblins were scared of annoying Chieftain Rags, who was notoriously grumpy at times. They also lacked context for inn-type events or non-Goblin culture.
Gothica	Gothica, as an expert on such things, was a natural intermediary. Plus, she liked being annoying.
Rags	Rags threw a pillow at the [Goth], and it bounced off Gothica’s shade-shield. The Chieftain rolled out of her bed, then realized who ‘he’ was.
[Goth]	Rags threw a pillow at the [Goth], and it bounced off Gothica’s shade-shield. The Chieftain rolled out of her bed, then realized who ‘he’ was.
Gothica	Rags threw a pillow at the [Goth], and it bounced off Gothica’s shade-shield. The Chieftain rolled out of her bed, then realized who ‘he’ was.
Rags	Rags threw a pillow at the [Goth], and it bounced off Gothica’s shade-shield. The Chieftain rolled out of her bed, then realized who ‘he’ was.
Rags	Him again. She just wanted sleep. She had to fly out today, and now he was back? Rags groaned.
Bird	The Wyvernkiller was the gigantic ballista made out of Wyvern bones that an entire team of Hobs had to reload. Much had been said about Bird and her lovely ballista. She liked to brag about it these days.
Bird	Goblins laughed at Bird’s ballista. Wyvernkiller was twice the size, and Hobs had to hand-crank it and physically pull to move the string made of Wyvern sinew back. It was less technologically advanced than the Minotaurs’ engineering, but it could do exactly what it was named for and kill a lesser Wyvern with a single shot. Each bolt was made of Wyvern bones, and the sight of the massive weapon slowly rotating made even the Frost Wyverns duck.
Goblinhome	The Flooded Waters Tribe’s secret weapon was mounted inside Goblinhome’s walls, which you’d think was a bad idea until you realized how many monsters could easily disable said ballista if it were on the battlements.
Rags	Rather, the Wyvernkiller was behind the first layer of traps, and sliding panels allowed Goblins on walkways to open small firing holes. Goblins were shouting numbers at each other for the quadrants that needed to be open, and Rags stomped past the Goblins on smaller Thunderbows, all aiming at the main gates.
Rags	It wasn’t the tenth time or even the thirtieth. Rags herself just peered out the gap exposing the too-early morning light and saw him.
Frost Wyvern Lord	The Wyvern Lord.
Goblinhome	He was doing his thing. Ramming his head against a few of the hidden passageways where Goblins were firing crossbows at him, breathing frost at the front of Goblinhome, kicking at a few Carn Wolves circling him with their Redfang riders…
Rags	Alone, incidentally. His weyr wasn’t with him. A few Frost Wyverns were watching him from far outside the Goblins’ range, having learned long ago how dangerous the Goblins were. It reminded Rags of a few Goblins watching their buddy after he’d had so much to drink he was throwing up and trying to challenge the biggest Hob to a fight. She swore the Wyverns even had much the same resigned expressions on their faces.
Rags	Rags shouted as Taganchiel cast a spell to magnify her voice—and gave her a cup of coffee. The Wyvern Lord reacted to her voice and spat a shard of ice at the fortress. Goblins took cover, but his heart really wasn’t in it.
Taganchiel	Rags shouted as Taganchiel cast a spell to magnify her voice—and gave her a cup of coffee. The Wyvern Lord reacted to her voice and spat a shard of ice at the fortress. Goblins took cover, but his heart really wasn’t in it.
Frost Wyvern Lord	Rags shouted as Taganchiel cast a spell to magnify her voice—and gave her a cup of coffee. The Wyvern Lord reacted to her voice and spat a shard of ice at the fortress. Goblins took cover, but his heart really wasn’t in it.
Frost Wyvern Lord	The Wyvern Lord began stomping on one of the tunnels as Rags rubbed her face. Then he decided the smart thing to do was to poop on the tunnel he’d collapsed. He half-turned his head, and Rags held up a hand before the Wyvernkiller could fire again.
Rags	The Wyvern Lord began stomping on one of the tunnels as Rags rubbed her face. Then he decided the smart thing to do was to poop on the tunnel he’d collapsed. He half-turned his head, and Rags held up a hand before the Wyvernkiller could fire again.
Rags	The Wyvern Lord began stomping on one of the tunnels as Rags rubbed her face. Then he decided the smart thing to do was to poop on the tunnel he’d collapsed. He half-turned his head, and Rags held up a hand before the Wyvernkiller could fire again.

Rags woke up to someone poking her in the face.

“Chieftain. Chieftain. He back.”

It was Gothica. Most Goblins were scared of annoying Chieftain Rags, who was notoriously grumpy at times. They also lacked context for inn-type events or non-Goblin culture.

Rags

It was Gothica. Most Goblins were scared of annoying Chieftain Rags, who was notoriously grumpy at times. They also lacked context for inn-type events or non-Goblin culture.

Gothica

Gothica, as an expert on such things, was a natural intermediary. Plus, she liked being annoying.

Rags

Rags threw a pillow at the [Goth], and it bounced off Gothica’s shade-shield. The Chieftain rolled out of her bed, then realized who ‘he’ was.

[Goth]

Rags threw a pillow at the [Goth], and it bounced off Gothica’s shade-shield. The Chieftain rolled out of her bed, then realized who ‘he’ was.

Gothica

Rags threw a pillow at the [Goth], and it bounced off Gothica’s shade-shield. The Chieftain rolled out of her bed, then realized who ‘he’ was.

Rags

Rags threw a pillow at the [Goth], and it bounced off Gothica’s shade-shield. The Chieftain rolled out of her bed, then realized who ‘he’ was.

Rags

Him again. She just wanted sleep. She had to fly out today, and now he was back? Rags groaned.

Bird

The Wyvernkiller was the gigantic ballista made out of Wyvern bones that an entire team of Hobs had to reload. Much had been said about Bird and her lovely ballista. She liked to brag about it these days.

Bird

Goblins laughed at Bird’s ballista. Wyvernkiller was twice the size, and Hobs had to hand-crank it and physically pull to move the string made of Wyvern sinew back. It was less technologically advanced than the Minotaurs’ engineering, but it could do exactly what it was named for and kill a lesser Wyvern with a single shot. Each bolt was made of Wyvern bones, and the sight of the massive weapon slowly rotating made even the Frost Wyverns duck.

Goblinhome

The Flooded Waters Tribe’s secret weapon was mounted inside Goblinhome’s walls, which you’d think was a bad idea until you realized how many monsters could easily disable said ballista if it were on the battlements.

Rags

Rather, the Wyvernkiller was behind the first layer of traps, and sliding panels allowed Goblins on walkways to open small firing holes. Goblins were shouting numbers at each other for the quadrants that needed to be open, and Rags stomped past the Goblins on smaller Thunderbows, all aiming at the main gates.

Rags

It wasn’t the tenth time or even the thirtieth. Rags herself just peered out the gap exposing the too-early morning light and saw him.

Frost Wyvern Lord

The Wyvern Lord.

Goblinhome

He was doing his thing. Ramming his head against a few of the hidden passageways where Goblins were firing crossbows at him, breathing frost at the front of Goblinhome, kicking at a few Carn Wolves circling him with their Redfang riders…

Rags

Alone, incidentally. His weyr wasn’t with him. A few Frost Wyverns were watching him from far outside the Goblins’ range, having learned long ago how dangerous the Goblins were. It reminded Rags of a few Goblins watching their buddy after he’d had so much to drink he was throwing up and trying to challenge the biggest Hob to a fight. She swore the Wyverns even had much the same resigned expressions on their faces.

Rags

Rags shouted as Taganchiel cast a spell to magnify her voice—and gave her a cup of coffee. The Wyvern Lord reacted to her voice and spat a shard of ice at the fortress. Goblins took cover, but his heart really wasn’t in it.

Taganchiel

Rags shouted as Taganchiel cast a spell to magnify her voice—and gave her a cup of coffee. The Wyvern Lord reacted to her voice and spat a shard of ice at the fortress. Goblins took cover, but his heart really wasn’t in it.

Frost Wyvern Lord

Rags shouted as Taganchiel cast a spell to magnify her voice—and gave her a cup of coffee. The Wyvern Lord reacted to her voice and spat a shard of ice at the fortress. Goblins took cover, but his heart really wasn’t in it.

Frost Wyvern Lord

The Wyvern Lord began stomping on one of the tunnels as Rags rubbed her face. Then he decided the smart thing to do was to poop on the tunnel he’d collapsed. He half-turned his head, and Rags held up a hand before the Wyvernkiller could fire again.

Rags

The Wyvern Lord began stomping on one of the tunnels as Rags rubbed her face. Then he decided the smart thing to do was to poop on the tunnel he’d collapsed. He half-turned his head, and Rags held up a hand before the Wyvernkiller could fire again.

Rags

The Wyvern Lord began stomping on one of the tunnels as Rags rubbed her face. Then he decided the smart thing to do was to poop on the tunnel he’d collapsed. He half-turned his head, and Rags held up a hand before the Wyvernkiller could fire again.

Goblin Days (Pt. 3) – Vengeance and Talking

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