Innverse Stats | Goblin Days (Pt. 5) – Redblade and Lilbrasi

Name	Text
Fightipilota	Fightipilota decided after four days of living at Nombernaught that she couldn’t enjoy Goblinhome the same way.
Nombernaught	Fightipilota decided after four days of living at Nombernaught that she couldn’t enjoy Goblinhome the same way.
Goblinhome	Fightipilota decided after four days of living at Nombernaught that she couldn’t enjoy Goblinhome the same way.
Goblinhome	No offense to Goblinhome; it was the best place made for Goblins, by Goblins, that Fightipilota had ever been to. Tremborag’s mountain had been bigger, yes, but far less pleasant. Part of that had been their dungeons.
Fightipilota	No offense to Goblinhome; it was the best place made for Goblins, by Goblins, that Fightipilota had ever been to. Tremborag’s mountain had been bigger, yes, but far less pleasant. Part of that had been their dungeons.
Tremborag	No offense to Goblinhome; it was the best place made for Goblins, by Goblins, that Fightipilota had ever been to. Tremborag’s mountain had been bigger, yes, but far less pleasant. Part of that had been their dungeons.
Goblinhome	But even with all of Goblinhome’s amenities, even with the luxuries a Goblin like Fightipilota could scrounge up, it didn’t beat a city with thousands of years of culture. Alright, fine. Fighti was also getting her rooms paid for by House Lanight, and maybe there were places in Nombernaught that sucked.
Fightipilota	But even with all of Goblinhome’s amenities, even with the luxuries a Goblin like Fightipilota could scrounge up, it didn’t beat a city with thousands of years of culture. Alright, fine. Fighti was also getting her rooms paid for by House Lanight, and maybe there were places in Nombernaught that sucked.
Fightipilota	But even with all of Goblinhome’s amenities, even with the luxuries a Goblin like Fightipilota could scrounge up, it didn’t beat a city with thousands of years of culture. Alright, fine. Fighti was also getting her rooms paid for by House Lanight, and maybe there were places in Nombernaught that sucked.
Nombernaught	But even with all of Goblinhome’s amenities, even with the luxuries a Goblin like Fightipilota could scrounge up, it didn’t beat a city with thousands of years of culture. Alright, fine. Fighti was also getting her rooms paid for by House Lanight, and maybe there were places in Nombernaught that sucked.
Goblinhome	However! She knew there were rooms in Goblinhome that had sixty Goblins to a ‘bed’; they lay on a giant mat, rolling on top of each other, snoring in each other’s ears, and heavens forbid one got up to use the bathroom.
Fightipilota	Fightipilota had a small room in Goblinhome in the [Wyvern Riders] section, close to the bestiary where the Wyverns and Carn Wolves could sleep and move about. No one had reassigned her since Snowscale had died.
Goblinhome	Fightipilota had a small room in Goblinhome in the [Wyvern Riders] section, close to the bestiary where the Wyverns and Carn Wolves could sleep and move about. No one had reassigned her since Snowscale had died.
[Wyvern Rider]	Fightipilota had a small room in Goblinhome in the [Wyvern Riders] section, close to the bestiary where the Wyverns and Carn Wolves could sleep and move about. No one had reassigned her since Snowscale had died.
Fightipilota	Fightipilota was four foot something. It was a narrow cubicle, and Fighti would wake up, crawl over to her ‘dresser’ full of flight clothes, which was a wicker bin, grab her toothbrush, and line up with Goblins to brush her teeth and then go to breakfast. The walls of her room were grey stone, windowless, obviously; it was pitch black save for the lights flickering in the hallway beyond and a candle, if Fighti had one.
Fightipilota	Fightipilota was four foot something. It was a narrow cubicle, and Fighti would wake up, crawl over to her ‘dresser’ full of flight clothes, which was a wicker bin, grab her toothbrush, and line up with Goblins to brush her teeth and then go to breakfast. The walls of her room were grey stone, windowless, obviously; it was pitch black save for the lights flickering in the hallway beyond and a candle, if Fighti had one.
Fightipilota	Fightipilota was four foot something. It was a narrow cubicle, and Fighti would wake up, crawl over to her ‘dresser’ full of flight clothes, which was a wicker bin, grab her toothbrush, and line up with Goblins to brush her teeth and then go to breakfast. The walls of her room were grey stone, windowless, obviously; it was pitch black save for the lights flickering in the hallway beyond and a candle, if Fighti had one.
Fightipilota	The walls were thick enough that Fighti couldn’t hear snores from outside, and her blankets were a scratchy wool with a small sheet underneath made of cheap cotton that had a bunch of holes in it, but mostly kept her from itching at night. During the winter, Fighti would roll herself into a ball or, if it got really cold, sleep next to some of the other [Riders] with their Wyverns or Carn Wolves, or just in a row in someone’s room, like cloth sausages.
Fightipilota	The walls were thick enough that Fighti couldn’t hear snores from outside, and her blankets were a scratchy wool with a small sheet underneath made of cheap cotton that had a bunch of holes in it, but mostly kept her from itching at night. During the winter, Fighti would roll herself into a ball or, if it got really cold, sleep next to some of the other [Riders] with their Wyverns or Carn Wolves, or just in a row in someone’s room, like cloth sausages.
[Rider]	The walls were thick enough that Fighti couldn’t hear snores from outside, and her blankets were a scratchy wool with a small sheet underneath made of cheap cotton that had a bunch of holes in it, but mostly kept her from itching at night. During the winter, Fighti would roll herself into a ball or, if it got really cold, sleep next to some of the other [Riders] with their Wyverns or Carn Wolves, or just in a row in someone’s room, like cloth sausages.
Fightipilota	It was great. It was her first room ever, and Fightipilota thought that if you had gone back to the small Goblin she’d once been in the Redfang tribe and told her she’d get her own room like that, she would have been in denial.
Fightipilota	The problem, in Fighti’s opinion, was not stopping there but showing Goblins there could be even more. If you starved, you’d be over the moon to eat as much slightly rotten food as you wanted for the rest of your life.
[Innkeeper]	But the moment some kindly [Innkeeper] with a crazy hat handed you a milkshake and you stood on a beach with the tide rushing around your ankles and Kevin playing music on his iPhone in the background—you couldn’t go back.
Kevin Hall	But the moment some kindly [Innkeeper] with a crazy hat handed you a milkshake and you stood on a beach with the tide rushing around your ankles and Kevin playing music on his iPhone in the background—you couldn’t go back.
Fightipilota	That was, Fighti decided, the curse of civilization. So, for her time in Nombernaught, she got a damn good cursing because if she had to have Goblinhome ruined for her, she might as well go all the way.

Fightipilota decided after four days of living at Nombernaught that she couldn’t enjoy Goblinhome the same way.

No offense to Goblinhome; it was the best place made for Goblins, by Goblins, that Fightipilota had ever been to. Tremborag’s mountain had been bigger, yes, but far less pleasant. Part of that had been their dungeons.

Fightipilota

No offense to Goblinhome; it was the best place made for Goblins, by Goblins, that Fightipilota had ever been to. Tremborag’s mountain had been bigger, yes, but far less pleasant. Part of that had been their dungeons.

Tremborag

No offense to Goblinhome; it was the best place made for Goblins, by Goblins, that Fightipilota had ever been to. Tremborag’s mountain had been bigger, yes, but far less pleasant. Part of that had been their dungeons.

Goblinhome

But even with all of Goblinhome’s amenities, even with the luxuries a Goblin like Fightipilota could scrounge up, it didn’t beat a city with thousands of years of culture. Alright, fine. Fighti was also getting her rooms paid for by House Lanight, and maybe there were places in Nombernaught that sucked.

Fightipilota

But even with all of Goblinhome’s amenities, even with the luxuries a Goblin like Fightipilota could scrounge up, it didn’t beat a city with thousands of years of culture. Alright, fine. Fighti was also getting her rooms paid for by House Lanight, and maybe there were places in Nombernaught that sucked.

Fightipilota

But even with all of Goblinhome’s amenities, even with the luxuries a Goblin like Fightipilota could scrounge up, it didn’t beat a city with thousands of years of culture. Alright, fine. Fighti was also getting her rooms paid for by House Lanight, and maybe there were places in Nombernaught that sucked.

Nombernaught

But even with all of Goblinhome’s amenities, even with the luxuries a Goblin like Fightipilota could scrounge up, it didn’t beat a city with thousands of years of culture. Alright, fine. Fighti was also getting her rooms paid for by House Lanight, and maybe there were places in Nombernaught that sucked.

Goblinhome

However! She knew there were rooms in Goblinhome that had sixty Goblins to a ‘bed’; they lay on a giant mat, rolling on top of each other, snoring in each other’s ears, and heavens forbid one got up to use the bathroom.

Fightipilota

Fightipilota had a small room in Goblinhome in the [Wyvern Riders] section, close to the bestiary where the Wyverns and Carn Wolves could sleep and move about. No one had reassigned her since Snowscale had died.

Goblinhome

Fightipilota had a small room in Goblinhome in the [Wyvern Riders] section, close to the bestiary where the Wyverns and Carn Wolves could sleep and move about. No one had reassigned her since Snowscale had died.

[Wyvern Rider]

Fightipilota had a small room in Goblinhome in the [Wyvern Riders] section, close to the bestiary where the Wyverns and Carn Wolves could sleep and move about. No one had reassigned her since Snowscale had died.

Fightipilota

Fightipilota was four foot something. It was a narrow cubicle, and Fighti would wake up, crawl over to her ‘dresser’ full of flight clothes, which was a wicker bin, grab her toothbrush, and line up with Goblins to brush her teeth and then go to breakfast. The walls of her room were grey stone, windowless, obviously; it was pitch black save for the lights flickering in the hallway beyond and a candle, if Fighti had one.

Fightipilota

Fightipilota was four foot something. It was a narrow cubicle, and Fighti would wake up, crawl over to her ‘dresser’ full of flight clothes, which was a wicker bin, grab her toothbrush, and line up with Goblins to brush her teeth and then go to breakfast. The walls of her room were grey stone, windowless, obviously; it was pitch black save for the lights flickering in the hallway beyond and a candle, if Fighti had one.

Fightipilota

Fightipilota was four foot something. It was a narrow cubicle, and Fighti would wake up, crawl over to her ‘dresser’ full of flight clothes, which was a wicker bin, grab her toothbrush, and line up with Goblins to brush her teeth and then go to breakfast. The walls of her room were grey stone, windowless, obviously; it was pitch black save for the lights flickering in the hallway beyond and a candle, if Fighti had one.

Fightipilota

The walls were thick enough that Fighti couldn’t hear snores from outside, and her blankets were a scratchy wool with a small sheet underneath made of cheap cotton that had a bunch of holes in it, but mostly kept her from itching at night. During the winter, Fighti would roll herself into a ball or, if it got really cold, sleep next to some of the other [Riders] with their Wyverns or Carn Wolves, or just in a row in someone’s room, like cloth sausages.

Fightipilota

The walls were thick enough that Fighti couldn’t hear snores from outside, and her blankets were a scratchy wool with a small sheet underneath made of cheap cotton that had a bunch of holes in it, but mostly kept her from itching at night. During the winter, Fighti would roll herself into a ball or, if it got really cold, sleep next to some of the other [Riders] with their Wyverns or Carn Wolves, or just in a row in someone’s room, like cloth sausages.

[Rider]

The walls were thick enough that Fighti couldn’t hear snores from outside, and her blankets were a scratchy wool with a small sheet underneath made of cheap cotton that had a bunch of holes in it, but mostly kept her from itching at night. During the winter, Fighti would roll herself into a ball or, if it got really cold, sleep next to some of the other [Riders] with their Wyverns or Carn Wolves, or just in a row in someone’s room, like cloth sausages.

Fightipilota

It was great. It was her first room ever, and Fightipilota thought that if you had gone back to the small Goblin she’d once been in the Redfang tribe and told her she’d get her own room like that, she would have been in denial.

Fightipilota

The problem, in Fighti’s opinion, was not stopping there but showing Goblins there could be even more. If you starved, you’d be over the moon to eat as much slightly rotten food as you wanted for the rest of your life.

[Innkeeper]

But the moment some kindly [Innkeeper] with a crazy hat handed you a milkshake and you stood on a beach with the tide rushing around your ankles and Kevin playing music on his iPhone in the background—you couldn’t go back.

Kevin Hall

But the moment some kindly [Innkeeper] with a crazy hat handed you a milkshake and you stood on a beach with the tide rushing around your ankles and Kevin playing music on his iPhone in the background—you couldn’t go back.

Fightipilota

That was, Fighti decided, the curse of civilization. So, for her time in Nombernaught, she got a damn good cursing because if she had to have Goblinhome ruined for her, she might as well go all the way.

Goblin Days (Pt. 5) – Redblade and Lilbrasi

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