Innverse Stats | The Roots (Pt. 4)

Name	Text
Rags	For a Goblin, Rags realized that she possessed a fatal flaw: she was afraid of running away. Ever since she had become the leader of the Flooded Waters tribe, she could count the number of times she and her Goblins had quit a fight.
Tyrion Veltras	Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to Liscor, liberated Tremborag’s captives, or delayed Naumel and left—sure. That was strategy. That was a victory where killing the other side was never the goal.
Liscor	Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to Liscor, liberated Tremborag’s captives, or delayed Naumel and left—sure. That was strategy. That was a victory where killing the other side was never the goal.
Tremborag	Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to Liscor, liberated Tremborag’s captives, or delayed Naumel and left—sure. That was strategy. That was a victory where killing the other side was never the goal.
Naumel	Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to Liscor, liberated Tremborag’s captives, or delayed Naumel and left—sure. That was strategy. That was a victory where killing the other side was never the goal.
Rags	But Rags did not personally run from her foes, despite her lack of size and relative weakness, even as a [Great Chieftain].
[Great Chieftain]	But Rags did not personally run from her foes, despite her lack of size and relative weakness, even as a [Great Chieftain].
Rags	But Rags did not personally run from her foes, despite her lack of size and relative weakness, even as a [Great Chieftain].
Rags	It was trauma. It was always, probably, trauma. Whenever Rags felt the instinct to back out of a fight, be it Naumel or Garen or anything…she had a vision.
Naumel	It was trauma. It was always, probably, trauma. Whenever Rags felt the instinct to back out of a fight, be it Naumel or Garen or anything…she had a vision.
Garen Redfang	It was trauma. It was always, probably, trauma. Whenever Rags felt the instinct to back out of a fight, be it Naumel or Garen or anything…she had a vision.
[Spearmaster]	It was always the same. A frightened little Goblin crouching in the tall grass watching as two older Goblins went running in opposite directions, trying to lure the Drake [Spearmaster] away.
Rags	They knew they’d never outrun him, but maybe, if they ran fast enough, he’d not find the little Goblin hiding there, seeing it all. Rags could feel the breath in her lungs was constrained; she could never gulp enough air, and she would see it again and again.
Rags	If the little Goblin had stood up, she would have died there. Rags knew it. She knew it, but that’s what it felt like.
Rags	The moment she saw the home of the Trolls, Rags felt like fleeing and going back to Goblinhome. But she couldn’t. She’d promised. It was just—very unpleasant for Rags to realize that she was a bit claustrophobic.
Goblinhome	The moment she saw the home of the Trolls, Rags felt like fleeing and going back to Goblinhome. But she couldn’t. She’d promised. It was just—very unpleasant for Rags to realize that she was a bit claustrophobic.
Rags	The moment she saw the home of the Trolls, Rags felt like fleeing and going back to Goblinhome. But she couldn’t. She’d promised. It was just—very unpleasant for Rags to realize that she was a bit claustrophobic.
Liscor	It hadn’t been that bad in Liscor’s dungeon, but the dungeon was constructed, for all it was underground. This?
Rags	Rags stood at the first entrance to the caves that the two Trolls had taken her to, looking back up the sloping tunnel. At first, it had been just a cave that stretched down unnaturally far. Then the passageway had narrowed until the Trolls had to sidle sideways to get through, holding their breaths. Rags had still been able to walk more or less normally, but now, she had come to what they called the ‘highways’.
Rags	Rags stood at the first entrance to the caves that the two Trolls had taken her to, looking back up the sloping tunnel. At first, it had been just a cave that stretched down unnaturally far. Then the passageway had narrowed until the Trolls had to sidle sideways to get through, holding their breaths. Rags had still been able to walk more or less normally, but now, she had come to what they called the ‘highways’.
Rags	Once. Right now, Rags was staring at a mountain of rubble; the Trolls were beckoning her forwards, ducking to squeeze into a smaller passage. The Goblins, led by Taganchiel and Shineshield, her top [Shaman] and [Shield Maid] in the party, looked back as they warily stepped forwards.
Taganchiel	Once. Right now, Rags was staring at a mountain of rubble; the Trolls were beckoning her forwards, ducking to squeeze into a smaller passage. The Goblins, led by Taganchiel and Shineshield, her top [Shaman] and [Shield Maid] in the party, looked back as they warily stepped forwards.
Shineshield	Once. Right now, Rags was staring at a mountain of rubble; the Trolls were beckoning her forwards, ducking to squeeze into a smaller passage. The Goblins, led by Taganchiel and Shineshield, her top [Shaman] and [Shield Maid] in the party, looked back as they warily stepped forwards.
[Shaman]	Once. Right now, Rags was staring at a mountain of rubble; the Trolls were beckoning her forwards, ducking to squeeze into a smaller passage. The Goblins, led by Taganchiel and Shineshield, her top [Shaman] and [Shield Maid] in the party, looked back as they warily stepped forwards.
[Shield Maid]	Once. Right now, Rags was staring at a mountain of rubble; the Trolls were beckoning her forwards, ducking to squeeze into a smaller passage. The Goblins, led by Taganchiel and Shineshield, her top [Shaman] and [Shield Maid] in the party, looked back as they warily stepped forwards.

Rags

For a Goblin, Rags realized that she possessed a fatal flaw: she was afraid of running away. Ever since she had become the leader of the Flooded Waters tribe, she could count the number of times she and her Goblins had quit a fight.

Tyrion Veltras

Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to Liscor, liberated Tremborag’s captives, or delayed Naumel and left—sure. That was strategy. That was a victory where killing the other side was never the goal.

Liscor

Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to Liscor, liberated Tremborag’s captives, or delayed Naumel and left—sure. That was strategy. That was a victory where killing the other side was never the goal.

Tremborag

Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to Liscor, liberated Tremborag’s captives, or delayed Naumel and left—sure. That was strategy. That was a victory where killing the other side was never the goal.

Naumel

Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to Liscor, liberated Tremborag’s captives, or delayed Naumel and left—sure. That was strategy. That was a victory where killing the other side was never the goal.

Rags

But Rags did not personally run from her foes, despite her lack of size and relative weakness, even as a [Great Chieftain].

[Great Chieftain]

But Rags did not personally run from her foes, despite her lack of size and relative weakness, even as a [Great Chieftain].

Rags

But Rags did not personally run from her foes, despite her lack of size and relative weakness, even as a [Great Chieftain].

Rags

It was trauma. It was always, probably, trauma. Whenever Rags felt the instinct to back out of a fight, be it Naumel or Garen or anything…she had a vision.

Naumel

It was trauma. It was always, probably, trauma. Whenever Rags felt the instinct to back out of a fight, be it Naumel or Garen or anything…she had a vision.

Garen Redfang

It was trauma. It was always, probably, trauma. Whenever Rags felt the instinct to back out of a fight, be it Naumel or Garen or anything…she had a vision.

[Spearmaster]

It was always the same. A frightened little Goblin crouching in the tall grass watching as two older Goblins went running in opposite directions, trying to lure the Drake [Spearmaster] away.

Rags

They knew they’d never outrun him, but maybe, if they ran fast enough, he’d not find the little Goblin hiding there, seeing it all. Rags could feel the breath in her lungs was constrained; she could never gulp enough air, and she would see it again and again.

Rags

If the little Goblin had stood up, she would have died there. Rags knew it. She knew it, but that’s what it felt like.

Rags

The moment she saw the home of the Trolls, Rags felt like fleeing and going back to Goblinhome. But she couldn’t. She’d promised. It was just—very unpleasant for Rags to realize that she was a bit claustrophobic.

Goblinhome

The moment she saw the home of the Trolls, Rags felt like fleeing and going back to Goblinhome. But she couldn’t. She’d promised. It was just—very unpleasant for Rags to realize that she was a bit claustrophobic.

Rags

The moment she saw the home of the Trolls, Rags felt like fleeing and going back to Goblinhome. But she couldn’t. She’d promised. It was just—very unpleasant for Rags to realize that she was a bit claustrophobic.

Liscor

It hadn’t been that bad in Liscor’s dungeon, but the dungeon was constructed, for all it was underground. This?

Rags

Rags stood at the first entrance to the caves that the two Trolls had taken her to, looking back up the sloping tunnel. At first, it had been just a cave that stretched down unnaturally far. Then the passageway had narrowed until the Trolls had to sidle sideways to get through, holding their breaths. Rags had still been able to walk more or less normally, but now, she had come to what they called the ‘highways’.

Rags

Rags stood at the first entrance to the caves that the two Trolls had taken her to, looking back up the sloping tunnel. At first, it had been just a cave that stretched down unnaturally far. Then the passageway had narrowed until the Trolls had to sidle sideways to get through, holding their breaths. Rags had still been able to walk more or less normally, but now, she had come to what they called the ‘highways’.

Rags