Open Chronicles There are too many Adventurers

Rock, Hill, Hob, the three goblins tribes all lived in constant dispute, but everything changed when the adventurers attacked. Only the Goblin King master of all three goblins could stop them, but when the world needed him most he was also under attack by adventurers. A few days have passed, and the goblins have all but given up hope, but I still believe that goblins will rule the world.

Gilbert had come of age. He was two weeks old now, a proper man, and it was his duty to protect the tribe. Gilbert had other stuff on his mind though. When the adventurers had shown up he was too afraid to do anything, and he hid. But what he saw next changed him forever and he could no longer hide. He saw two of the adventurers go into the nursery and begin to just slaughter the children, laughing while they destroyed the future successors of the proud goblin race. He knew then that these higher races, as they called themselves were truly animals that needed to be put down, and he did. He came up behind them, the first one made only a slight gurgling sound as he slit its throat. The second had only half a second to react before he too was stabbed through the head, the look of surprise now permanently stuck on his face. He replace his dagger for the short sword of the young adventurer, seeming a great two handed sword to him, and he gave himself over to the rage that now burned within him. Just like the rage that was burning through him, Gilbert burned through each and every adventurer. With every corpse of his family he found his fervor, and rage and utter hatred grew, and grew to the point of where it became a serenity. When he had wiped ever adventurer off of this world he took that fire burning in him and he held it so tight, and so close that it burned and he made a promise "NO MORE"

The goblin tribe, Injured and few as they were, marched on through the woods. There were twenty seven goblins left alive after the attack, much more than if Gilbert hadn't saved them. Only six males were in any shape to fight, seven men were injured, eight more women, and only six children left. Gilbert hated himself for not acting sooner to save more. The tribe marched on trying to find a new cave to live in. Gilbert had thought long and hard though and had other plans,

"It is time that we fought back, no more shall we be things that they hunt for sport, that they will sent their young to murder so they can learn to love it. I SAY NO MORE!"

Gilbert took a moment to breath and calm himself, then continued on more slowly,

"We will hunt them, and they will fear us they will avoid us like the plague cause they will know that facing us will be their doom. We will not be finding a cave. Not this time. This time we will be more than a tribe we will make ourselves a village. We will be make a space out in the open so that we may grow and we will take in others of the 'monstrous' races, so we make use all of our strength. We will take methods from them as well and make buildings called houses and walls, we will train animals, and we will have their own strength and added it to our own to use against them. Now is a time of change, and they will learn to fear the proud and powerful goblin kind"

Gilbert was surprised to see another group of goblins out this far in forest, especially one so well equipped. He decided they must have come from a great tribe, and now he had their attention he knew he couldn't waste this opportunity.

"Well I was going to wait until we found a place to settle to finish explaining, but as we have an audience I can't help but share my thoughts. We do not stand a chance against the races. We are smaller, we are weaker, and we are less intelligent than them. But I have realized that we have quite a gift from the gods, one so strong that the races will not stand a chance against us, for we have an unmatched ability to grow. Not in size, but in skills and population. In the three weeks I've been alive I've learned to be a master of the sword, and to lead as well as reason. It take a member of the races years to do any of these, as well as years to do more than be burdens on their clans.

Gilbert openly showed his disgust as he talk of the races.

In the past goblins have kept to caves for safety. It was a good idea it's easy to defend from one entrance, small tunnels that played to our size, but it limited our growth. We could only grow to fit the caves we lived in. What I am proposing now means we will be getting rid of those limits. We will be able to use our greatest power, our numbers. Every goblin knows that it's foolish to engage a one of them alone, instead bring some friends stack the odds against them. We will do so on a scale as the world has never seen before. We will slaughter them like the cattle they are, and they will know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, goblins do not cower, we conquer!"

As Gilbert talked about the death of the races his malicious smile grew larger, and larger, and the red in his one good eye began to glow. The bloodlust pouring from him was so contagious that a few other the other goblins couldn't help, but lick their lips.

Gilbert took a deep breath and calmed down, "I am Gilbert, son of goblins, though some have started to call me The Red Rage." He released a deep sigh and lowered his head,

"You are right, though, I was blinded by my desire to kill, so much so that I ignored the ways I myself, just moments before, had said we'd achieve the victory. I was proposing that we should become better, and then said we'd continue to do the same as we always had. I had thought of adding, but what you suggest will multiply our strength." Gilbert then razed his head and looked Zagroza in the eyes, or where his eyes should be through the helmet.

"It would be a honour for you to accompany us. I know battle, but you seem to understand war, and it is indeed a war that we will be fighting against the races, if even a diplomatic one. I see your troops and the discipline that they have, and if what you say is true that with proper training a goblin soldier can fight one-on-one with a human, then that is a skill we can not pass on." Gilbert broke out in toothy grin, "And hopefully you can keep me in check"

Returning to a more serious note he continued.

"The ideas you have shared also ring true. To grow without openly threatening them, so that we are able to grow stronger, that is how we will become gain real power. I will think about what will become the Monstrous Empire, and not about revolution, or my petty revenge. Because truly the greatest insult to the races would be us just living, surviving, and thriving. For the greatest insult an enemy can suffer is to be ignored." Gilbert put his hands on his hips and smacked his lips

"So then let us go together and start this empire, for I will need you. I only have the ability to swing my sword and inspire, but you have shown me that you can achieve greatness, and bring it out in others." Gilbert laughs as he starts to head off, "If we are to start an empire we will need to find someone who can do diplomacy, HAHA, gods help me if I have to!"

Gilbert pulled out a parchment and passed it to Zagroza "I got this off of an adventurer." It was a map of roads between Vel Anir, Fal'Addas, and Alliria. The map had a x on it and a path from Alliria leading to it.

"Most of the roads stay as far north as they can in the Falwood. There is pretty much only one path that goes straight from Alliria to Fal'Addas and even it leans towards the north and is only traveled almost exclusively by experienced rangers who don't travel in great numbers, as most trade caravans prefer to take follow the east coast down and then cut west to pass above the gulf to get to Fal'Addas, avoiding as much of the open forest as they can. We know this because to reach the main roads for looting we would cross these roads for raiding, as well as the humans have a love to label where their goods are coming from." Gilbert pointed to the roads as he talked of them.

Gilbert confessed that, "Before seeing this map we knew these cities existed to the east and west, but we also had thought Fal'Addas was south, but now we know where they are. I assume the reason nearly only the rangers took the direct path is that there are more threats than just us goblin raiders."

"We are half a day South-West of that x now." Gilbert explained, "I hope to travel another two and a half days further South-West." Gilbert pointed to a point on the map a little below a third of the way between Alliria and Fal'Addas.

"I hope with us being two and a half days from the important east route as well as being half a day from the hunter path, we will have time to build without trouble, but will be able to connect with the rest of the world when we are ready. We should also be fairly deep in the forest so we will be in a defensive location. We will still be able to reach into the forest from there too so we can find the other monstrous races, while not being so deep that we'd be on top of them. Those are my thoughts at least, but I would value your opinion." Gilbert watched Zagroza for a second carefully trying to read his reaction.

"As for ruling, Ha, I care little for holding power, what I want is for goblin kind to be raised up on the level that they deserve. My power will be a tool to give the goblins power in the world and if I think another will do a better job than I, well I'd gladly step down. I was always more of a warrior and fear leadership might hinder that, But I will do whatever it takes for my people." Gilbert stared off in front of him as he finished that sentence, his eye glowing faintly in the shade. No rage, or bloodlust obvious on him now just a look of determination.

Gilbert sat in his official mayor chair, Gilbert didn't care for the human title, but accepted it as apparently, "Now that this is a town we need a Mayor not a Chieftain" Gilbert sighed, He had ended up having to do much of the paperwork and planning for the city, as well as being the authority that had to make any official rulings. He envied Zagroza, who had spent more time out in the town overseeing all manner of things be it the town guards and their training, making sure the constructions went as planned, and a lot of other things that had to be more interesting than... *Gilbert looked at the sheet in front of him* than planning how far out the new stone wall was to be made and the work to prepare the land by chopping trees and such.

Gilbert was a goblin full of ideas, but he wished he could spend more time with all the new residence of his town. He had not been prepared for all the beasts and races that had been found. When the village had first settled in to a comfortable degree they sent out messengers in all directions trying to bring more manpower to their village. Some that showed were expected like many more goblin tribes, and a few small troll families who could be found roaming in the forest. What wasn't much of a surprise either was when the first ogre showed up, ogres had been know enslaved goblins in the past. What was a surprise though was when the ogre after seeing it couldn't simply rule, decided to stay with them, saying something along the lines of "As long as goblins still do hard hunting, I don't mind doing the easy stuff like moving rocks and trees." He was not the only ogre to feel this way. Some species Gilbert had not expected much less seen were the Lizardmen and Catfolk. Each however had a lot to offer, the Catfolk were used to living in the woods, knowing how to find food for the quickly growing population, as well as building in the massive trees. The Lizardmen came from what they described as land that was also water, wetlands they called it, seemed fitting, but they offered not only their strength but a technique of keeping animals, using their produce and killing when only necessary. They each came for their own reasons and had their own grievances. The Catfolk had been chased from their homes by elves. the Lizardmen had been forced from their tribes because their lands could no longer support them and the races. Finally there was another race that seemed to be interested, but wanted to spread word among their families, they called themselves Komodi.

With the Lizardmens skill the town had begun to cultivate two species: wolves and dung bears. The wolves were made to be mounts and eventually companions to many residence, the Catfolk didn't take to them, Gilbert suspected because of how hard it was to get a wolf up a tree. The dung bears wear an interesting find, and a real blessing. There had been a lack of meat till they were found, and some species really enjoyed their meat. These weird animals got their name because they were huge creatures that were roughly the same shape and size as a bear, the main discerning feature they had that set them apart was their elongated faces. They seemed to eat poop, especially their own, but what was soon learned was that they really fed off of the insects that would live in and feed from the poop. Their own poop had a tendency to draw lots of these insects that they fed on with their long sticky tongues. They were amazing! If one through their garbage, waste, leaves in with these beasts they'd wait till it was covered in insects than eat the trash and convert it into their own waste which would draw more insects. So using the methods taught to them the village razed these beasts and fed on meat to their hearts content. The Catfolk would catch wild game as well as teach the village about plants for medicine and some that would grow food. These bushes would often be planted around their trees.

Gilbert let out another sigh, what he would give to be with his wolf Spot, and not in this office. The door opened then so he called out, "one second" as he finished signing the plans. When he looked up he saw a particularly short goblin, "Sorry, I don't quite recognize you. So friend who are you, and what brings you here today? What can I do for you?"

Gilbert listened to the goblin before him, immediately he knew this was a rare goblin. This goblin before him had a gift of intellect, a gift he would not pass up. Because of Zagroza, Gilbert had little need to worry about military might, plus with all the strong races the power of the village was on an up and up. What the village had been lacking was proper minds. More so this village would be noticed sooner or later by the races, what they needed was to quickly form a proper economy, as well as take the initiative and send diplomats out to the major factions making themselves know to the world, hopefully to be seen as a useful resource. That way they wouldn't be seen as a monstrous horde threat, but as an indispensable tool that would bring wealth and power to those who used it, this goblin, Gilbert believed, was the key to realizing that future.

Gilbert gave a smile that showed the appreciation he had towards Manier's arrival "Welcome then friend, we will become your tribe and you may start your own family here. I believe you sell yourself short to say you only gift is your tongue, because I suspect an intellect to you, and with such gifts I will not lie, I have big plans for you." Gilberts smile grew as it took on a more sinister look, "I am glad to see your contempt towards humans, for it will become fuel in the work I shall be giving you. You will be able rest easy knowing that all you shall be doing from now on will be bringing an end to the humans as well as the other 'civilized' races, for that is the whole purpose of this nation." A small glow was coming from Gilbert's eye as he finished, a fire waiting to consume all.

"Now allow me to lay out my plans for you. The first thing we will need is for you to teach all that you know to the little ones, and anyone else who will listen, I know you hate their words as I hate their cities, but we will use these things as tools to bring about their doom. So go forth and teach your cursed knowledge, and prepare them for what will come next. When you have taught a number to be able to speak with the honey the races seem to faun over, we will send them out to announce our presence to the world, with you as the head diplomat. Before you leave though I will be stealing you away, when you're not teaching, to help me turn this collection of monsters into a proper city. I am embarrassed to admit, I know how to lead, but this management..." Gilbert shuddered, "This is the hardest battle I have ever faced, how does one even create a currency?"

"Books? Ah, yes the thing that has their words written on multiple pages, and sewn together. We have none here, but many a goblin while raiding has stolen a book to later learn how it was useless to him. I will sent a goblin from each tribe to return to their old dens and return with any books they can find." He let out a cackle, "I always love the sweet ironic shape their doom seems to form, every strength and resource they have being turned against them. They love to put everything into words and now us using their own words against them. Their lack of silence, will be what brings upon their permanent silence." Gilbert paused a moment.

"I must warn you though many of these books will not be in great order they be of great value to us now, but in the past they were... less than such. We used them for fire, toys, bedding, most will not be well protected from the elements either. You will receive maybe three full and usable books in every ten, and ten is likely the most you will likely receive from each tribe. If you still need more still, we will have to turn to other means that we might not want to be tied back to us. I am sorry, but that is what you will be working with currently, though..." Gilbert suddenly lit up, "what we could do is begin actual trading with the races, offering what we can for their books. It was always the plan to become a trade hub anyways." Gilbert smiled his big smile once more, "Glad to have you on board... I'm sorry we haven't even exchanged names, forgive me for doing things so backwards. I am Mayor Gilbert, Son of goblins, The Red Rage, and who might you be my friend?

Gilbert looked at the goblin before him then at the papers on the table, "I have pretty much finished what needed doing today, I just need to deliver these plans for the wall so they can begin on that. Come with me and we can talk more." Gilbert gestured for the little goblin to follow him.

Gilbert walked for a bit, greeting all who he passed, before continuing, "I will be giving you the name Manier Sarvant so you will remember you quest. In the goblin tongue it translates into: 'Man of servant'. You will take up this name so that you will remember what they did to you, how you were man's servant, but also you quest to make servants of man."

As he finished they had arrived at a depot for the construction o the town, Gilbert headed up to a Catfolk who was in charge of leading the construction and handed him the plans for the new stone wall. The Catwoman looked at the plans for a while and grew more aghast the more she looked, "That is quite far out and... large, it will be hard, no, near impossible to go unnoticed with walls that big and far out! It would take us more than a year, probably two, to finish all this, we'd certainly be attacked by then!" Gilbert sighed, "Listen, I have thought about all of this, first send the ogres to collect the stone, have a thousand lizard men begin digging a trench for the wall, they know how to work with earth better than most, and any extra send with the ogres, have a thousand goblins begin carving out what stone we already have. As time goes on and the population grows add more to the force, and the lizard men and your cat folk can lay the stones. The important parts are: collecting the stone, carving the stone, laying the stone. Recruit as many goblins from the nurseries as you need, this is our main priority now. Manier here will handle the rest by forming good relations with our... neighbours." Gilbert gave a grin, everything seemed to be falling into place.

Gilbert then led Manier over to the commercial zone. This is the zone Manier had briefly seen when he first entered. It started by the gate and led straight in the whole way lined by shops, and carts with various goods, ending eventually in a round about. Gilbert turned to Manier, "It may not be filled with people yet, but there is a surprising amount of trade that goes on already amongst ourselves. Some have even found ways of extracting goods the adventurers would kill us for, without actually causing harm to ourselves. Makes you wonder why those brutes felt such a need to kill us for them." The hatred oozed from Gilbert as he delivered his last sentence. He quickly led on down a side street.

As Gilbert led down the street he finally began to explain some more, "As you must have noticed we have keep some of the giant trees for the cat people to live in, and around, they love their little sky city, it also gives us more space for all us goblins to expand into. The Ogres live in these... well sheds would be a fitting term for them," He said while gesturing to the buildings next to them. They were simple structures, many didn't even have doors, they were all one, maybe two, room buildings made up of four or five walls and a roof, but they were huge. They continued on until the houses changed, "Ah and now we have the trolls homes. They live a bit better off with them all having a floor for their families, and several rooms on each floor, with about three floors. I was surprised so many joined us, as they tend to enjoy being alone or only with their family, which I guess is why they keep the stairs on the outside, and have now windows." Gilbert chuckled, as they continued through the troll section Gilbert went on about the lizardmen, "They all tend to live near the back of the village where they found a spring, used it to create a small muddy area, and the build houses on stilts. I have no idea why they didn't just build on dry ground but they seem to prefer it that way."

Finally the pair arrived at a part of town where the buildings had one door and dozens of windows per floor, and estimating by the windows that meant six floors. Gilbert explained, "Each house is what we would in the past have called a clan, or a tribe, now it is a family home filled with all a families decedents. We goblins grow to fill what room we're given, so I gave us lots of rooms" Again Gilbert laughed, after continuing a bit more he led Manier to a vacant house, "This will be your new home, so find a fine goblin girl and fill it with your new family." Gilbert smiled a wide smile as he offered out his hand and gave Manier a wink.

"So It would seem" Gilbert responded, "I wonder what he is looking for me for?"

Gilbert looked over to his new friend, "If you will excuse me I think I should meet with him. You will need diplomatic clothes so make sure to meet with one of our best tailors to shrink down one of 'Their' suits for you, should help you not be killed on sight when you leave the village. You know what, we can talk of this more later, I should greet him already." With that Gilbert headed to the little goblin knocking on his door, shaking his head. He really had enjoyed going for that little walk.

"You looking for me? Mayor Gilbert Goblinson, at you service." Gilbert looked the goblin up and down taking him all in, studying him. This goblin definitely did not have the training on human manners the last one had, he was a lot more unrefined, a fact that oddly made Gilbert feel more at ease, he'd had it with the politics of ruling, and would always welcome a more face to face interaction with a proper frank goblin.

With a smile, anticipating what was to come, finally Gilbert continued with arms wide open, "So friend, you are not from around here, what can I do for you today?"

| Gronkle Footertoe | Manier Sarvant |

Gilbert looked at the backpack a moment wondering how such a small goblin could carry such a large bag and obviously heavy bag. Quickly Gilbert met Gronkle's eye again.

"I am Mayor Gilbert, Son of goblins, other wise known as The Red Rage. I will admit 'Mayor' is indeed a strange title for our kind, I myself still find the term alien, but it helps to accomplish what I need, and a village like this needs a mayor, at least until it needs something more so than even that. I hope with the help of monsters such as yourself we can move to such a point in no time." Gilberts smile widened at that last bit.

"So you are a tradesman? I will need a bit more info if you wouldn't mind though, you speak of three different things: A stall, a shop, and a large place, maybe you can inform me a bit about what you have in mind so I can help provide the type of accommodations that will best suit you, hmmm? don't worry you can share as much or as little as you'd like, after all I would love to help all of our residence to be, but I can only help a little, if you only share a little." Gilbert gave Gronkle a large, wide, toothy grin before beckoning Gronkle to follow as Gilbert turned and began heading to the commercial district.

As Gilbert waited for Gronkle he continued, "Footertoe, eh? Ya can't say I've heard of them, I am still young and most tribes I knew before forming this village we'd only met by chance or were close neighbours to our home." Looking down to the backpack again, Gilbert asked, "You need a hand with that?" He inquired already coming back to help with it.