Innverse Stats | Goblin Days (Pt. 6)

Name	Text
Rags	Rags opened her eyes and knew.
[Risk Calculation]	[Risk Calculation: Attack on Goblinhome]. She always checked. Sometimes, it triggered for a monster attack, but today, she knew. She only checked for serious attacks.
Goblinhome	[Risk Calculation: Attack on Goblinhome]. She always checked. Sometimes, it triggered for a monster attack, but today, she knew. She only checked for serious attacks.
[Risk Calculation]	[Risk Calculation] was an odd Skill. It returned percentages about everything if Rags asked it, but it could be vague; it could be in two seconds. It could be in months, maybe. In that sense, it was a balanced Skill. Rags was sure if she were Level 60, it would be infinitely more precise. But at her lower level, it told her what she needed to know.
Rags	[Risk Calculation] was an odd Skill. It returned percentages about everything if Rags asked it, but it could be vague; it could be in two seconds. It could be in months, maybe. In that sense, it was a balanced Skill. Rags was sure if she were Level 60, it would be infinitely more precise. But at her lower level, it told her what she needed to know.
Rags	[Risk Calculation] was an odd Skill. It returned percentages about everything if Rags asked it, but it could be vague; it could be in two seconds. It could be in months, maybe. In that sense, it was a balanced Skill. Rags was sure if she were Level 60, it would be infinitely more precise. But at her lower level, it told her what she needed to know.
[Strategist]	It was well-crafted for a [Strategist] and [Great Chieftain] of her level by a…process that made no mistakes. It knew everything, and it understood all.
[Great Chieftain]	It was well-crafted for a [Strategist] and [Great Chieftain] of her level by a…process that made no mistakes. It knew everything, and it understood all.
Rags	It was well-crafted for a [Strategist] and [Great Chieftain] of her level by a…process that made no mistakes. It knew everything, and it understood all.
Rags	Rags knew. She didn’t know what, but she had nightmares about the many, many groups it could be. She woke tired and stood in front of a mirror, seeing a short Hobgoblin staring with bleary, red eyes back at her, a toothbrush in her mouth.
Rags	Rags spat. Gargled some water. And wished she were the prodigy they had always thought she was. A real one, the kind who could win any battle and not count bodies by the thousand, win or lose.
Erin Solstice	“So that’s what it feels like, Erin.”
Erin Solstice	She looked for that smiling figure over her shoulder, like she’d imagined had been there when Erin was in her frozen slumber. Now, of course, Rags knew that Erin had never been there. She missed the illusion.
Rags	She looked for that smiling figure over her shoulder, like she’d imagined had been there when Erin was in her frozen slumber. Now, of course, Rags knew that Erin had never been there. She missed the illusion.
Erin Solstice	She looked for that smiling figure over her shoulder, like she’d imagined had been there when Erin was in her frozen slumber. Now, of course, Rags knew that Erin had never been there. She missed the illusion.
Rags	Gently, absently, Rags began to comb her hair, brushing up from the half-shaved side of her head across her ear. A Goblin making sure she looked her best before the adventurers broke down the door to her tribe’s cave. A gesture that had no meaning—except for the other Goblins.
Rags	Rags ignored the Goblins. She dragged one foot, then kicked a Goblin clinging to her leg off her.
Poisonbite	“Poisonbite, get something loud. Chase the Wyvern Lord away.”
Frost Wyvern Lord	“Poisonbite, get something loud. Chase the Wyvern Lord away.”
Rags	The other Hobgoblin complained loudly—and nervously—as Rags surveyed the unwelcome house guest on the roof of Goblinhome. It was the largest Frost Wyvern by far; the other tamed Frost Wyverns were eying him warily, and even the Goblins, despite their begging, treated the unconscious Wyvern Lord with caution.
Goblinhome	The other Hobgoblin complained loudly—and nervously—as Rags surveyed the unwelcome house guest on the roof of Goblinhome. It was the largest Frost Wyvern by far; the other tamed Frost Wyverns were eying him warily, and even the Goblins, despite their begging, treated the unconscious Wyvern Lord with caution.
Frost Wyvern Lord	The other Hobgoblin complained loudly—and nervously—as Rags surveyed the unwelcome house guest on the roof of Goblinhome. It was the largest Frost Wyvern by far; the other tamed Frost Wyverns were eying him warily, and even the Goblins, despite their begging, treated the unconscious Wyvern Lord with caution.
Frost Wyvern Lord	If not respect; he was passed out on his back, pawing at the air occasionally. Drinking barrels of Firebreath Whiskey did that even to a Wyvern Lord
[Wyvern Rider]	Every single [Wyvern Rider] and [Beast Master] in the tribe had taken a shot at the Wyvern Lord; their [Charm Beast] and [Tame Monster] Skills had a 0% chance of success in Rags’ opinion, but Goblins hated being told things were impossible.
[Beast Master]	Every single [Wyvern Rider] and [Beast Master] in the tribe had taken a shot at the Wyvern Lord; their [Charm Beast] and [Tame Monster] Skills had a 0% chance of success in Rags’ opinion, but Goblins hated being told things were impossible.

Rags opened her eyes and knew.

[Risk Calculation: Attack on Goblinhome]. She always checked. Sometimes, it triggered for a monster attack, but today, she knew. She only checked for serious attacks.

Goblinhome

[Risk Calculation: Attack on Goblinhome]. She always checked. Sometimes, it triggered for a monster attack, but today, she knew. She only checked for serious attacks.

[Risk Calculation]

[Risk Calculation] was an odd Skill. It returned percentages about everything if Rags asked it, but it could be vague; it could be in two seconds. It could be in months, maybe. In that sense, it was a balanced Skill. Rags was sure if she were Level 60, it would be infinitely more precise. But at her lower level, it told her what she needed to know.

Rags

[Risk Calculation] was an odd Skill. It returned percentages about everything if Rags asked it, but it could be vague; it could be in two seconds. It could be in months, maybe. In that sense, it was a balanced Skill. Rags was sure if she were Level 60, it would be infinitely more precise. But at her lower level, it told her what she needed to know.

Rags

[Risk Calculation] was an odd Skill. It returned percentages about everything if Rags asked it, but it could be vague; it could be in two seconds. It could be in months, maybe. In that sense, it was a balanced Skill. Rags was sure if she were Level 60, it would be infinitely more precise. But at her lower level, it told her what she needed to know.

[Strategist]

It was well-crafted for a [Strategist] and [Great Chieftain] of her level by a…process that made no mistakes. It knew everything, and it understood all.

[Great Chieftain]

It was well-crafted for a [Strategist] and [Great Chieftain] of her level by a…process that made no mistakes. It knew everything, and it understood all.

Rags

It was well-crafted for a [Strategist] and [Great Chieftain] of her level by a…process that made no mistakes. It knew everything, and it understood all.

Rags

Rags knew. She didn’t know what, but she had nightmares about the many, many groups it could be. She woke tired and stood in front of a mirror, seeing a short Hobgoblin staring with bleary, red eyes back at her, a toothbrush in her mouth.

Rags

Rags spat. Gargled some water. And wished she were the prodigy they had always thought she was. A real one, the kind who could win any battle and not count bodies by the thousand, win or lose.

Erin Solstice

“So that’s what it feels like, Erin.”

Erin Solstice

She looked for that smiling figure over her shoulder, like she’d imagined had been there when Erin was in her frozen slumber. Now, of course, Rags knew that Erin had never been there. She missed the illusion.

Rags

She looked for that smiling figure over her shoulder, like she’d imagined had been there when Erin was in her frozen slumber. Now, of course, Rags knew that Erin had never been there. She missed the illusion.

Erin Solstice

She looked for that smiling figure over her shoulder, like she’d imagined had been there when Erin was in her frozen slumber. Now, of course, Rags knew that Erin had never been there. She missed the illusion.

Rags

Gently, absently, Rags began to comb her hair, brushing up from the half-shaved side of her head across her ear. A Goblin making sure she looked her best before the adventurers broke down the door to her tribe’s cave. A gesture that had no meaning—except for the other Goblins.

Rags

Rags ignored the Goblins. She dragged one foot, then kicked a Goblin clinging to her leg off her.

Poisonbite

“Poisonbite, get something loud. Chase the Wyvern Lord away.”

Frost Wyvern Lord

“Poisonbite, get something loud. Chase the Wyvern Lord away.”

Rags

The other Hobgoblin complained loudly—and nervously—as Rags surveyed the unwelcome house guest on the roof of Goblinhome. It was the largest Frost Wyvern by far; the other tamed Frost Wyverns were eying him warily, and even the Goblins, despite their begging, treated the unconscious Wyvern Lord with caution.

Goblinhome

The other Hobgoblin complained loudly—and nervously—as Rags surveyed the unwelcome house guest on the roof of Goblinhome. It was the largest Frost Wyvern by far; the other tamed Frost Wyverns were eying him warily, and even the Goblins, despite their begging, treated the unconscious Wyvern Lord with caution.

Frost Wyvern Lord

The other Hobgoblin complained loudly—and nervously—as Rags surveyed the unwelcome house guest on the roof of Goblinhome. It was the largest Frost Wyvern by far; the other tamed Frost Wyverns were eying him warily, and even the Goblins, despite their begging, treated the unconscious Wyvern Lord with caution.

Frost Wyvern Lord

If not respect; he was passed out on his back, pawing at the air occasionally. Drinking barrels of Firebreath Whiskey did that even to a Wyvern Lord

[Wyvern Rider]

Every single [Wyvern Rider] and [Beast Master] in the tribe had taken a shot at the Wyvern Lord; their [Charm Beast] and [Tame Monster] Skills had a 0% chance of success in Rags’ opinion, but Goblins hated being told things were impossible.

[Beast Master]

Every single [Wyvern Rider] and [Beast Master] in the tribe had taken a shot at the Wyvern Lord; their [Charm Beast] and [Tame Monster] Skills had a 0% chance of success in Rags’ opinion, but Goblins hated being told things were impossible.

Goblin Days (Pt. 6) – Of Dragons

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