Open Chronicles There are too many Adventurers

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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"

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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"

 

[Zagroza]

A small campsite consisting of a single, but rather large leather tent and a stomped out campfire was ridiculously close to the group of Goblins. Seven Goblins clad in various amounts of armor were looking at them. The largest and most armored one was holding a wooden smoking pipe in his right hand while his other hand rested in his lap. They were all sitting with their legs crossed, positioned in a circle around the dead campfire, and they all had slightly over-sized Orcish swords, spears and axes that were strapped to their backs or in their hands.

After an awkward moment of just staring, the almost fully armored one exhaled some smoke from under his helmet and stood up slowly, now standing taller than most Goblins on both sides, if not all of them. It seemed like he had heard the whole second part of the speech and his attention was now on the leader. He motioned towards him with his pipe still in his hand, but he made no attempt to approach.

"Continue..." he said with interest in his voice, which honestly sounded like it would fit better a seasoned Orc brute rather than a Goblin. The rest of his people stood up and started gathering their supplies and equipment as if following a silent command from their leader. His expression could simply not be read due to his helmet, it looked like he either had a veil covering the openings on his helm, or it was truly complete darkness underneath. He simply awaited a reaction as he put the thin side of the pipe through one of the lower openings on his helm and pulled in more smoke into his mouth from it.

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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.

 

[Zagroza]

While the leader of these Goblins talked, the six under the armored one's command were completely packing up camp. They left nothing behind save for the things they already took from the nature, such as the rocks used around their campfire. What they had left of their wood supply, however, they took with them, packing their resources, supplies and equipment into rather hefty backpacks. Some more weapons, armors, ammunition and even shields were being packed, more than a group of 7 would ever need.

The armored one approached a tad closer after hearing the other one out, inhaling the puff of smoke he had taken into his mouth, and then exhaled it to the side so it would not fly straight into anyone's face.

"You are addled with vengeance, my kin. Take a deep breath and think. If you do this your way, if you build a society and treat the other people of this land as they have treated our kind you will be branding yourself and our entire race as an even bigger target and villains for them to point a finger at whenever they need to." he took a step closer and pointed an armored finger at him.

"Know this, we share the same goal. I want to light the torch of Goblinkind as well as all other races that are being treated like shite, I am not your enemy in this pursuit. But bide your time, build a society that will rival all the others." he said as he stepped back from him, as to not invade his personal space any further.

"You'll need an army for that. And I am not speaking of rabbles and hordes, I talk of professional soldiers that can hold their own one-to-one against Humans and others. I will build you an army worthy of Arethil if you'll have me. You'll need a strong, stable economy. You'll need to rise past this idea of a village and into more. Establish a power and do not threaten the powers around you, let their tolerance for our kind wear thin, and if they get to the point of willing to attack you, defend yourselves. That is when you take revenge." the armored leader said, keeping his voice hushed throughout this conversation and passing of knowledge, he would ill need anyone hearing of this than his intended audience.

"I have lived for far more than a few weeks, trust me on this. I understand your fury, but save it for the right moment." he said as he backed away from the other Goblin, spreading his arms.

"My backpack, boys!" he yelled out to his Goblins in a commanding tone. Two of them brought in the heaviest of the bunch and helped him put it on his back. He carried it with surprising ease.

"Now, we'll be heading out. If you want us to come along we'll follow. If not, well, best of luck. Before I forget... The name is Zagroza. Zagroza the Steel One. What do they call you?"

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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!"

 

[Zagroza]

"I... Wouldn't call this a troop, not yet at the very least. I think you can see I did not have the best luck when it comes to recruiting number-wise. We might have to breed our own for a while before any others even think of joining us. I do have a dependable Orc nearby, I am not too sure if he'd come along just yet however, but he has a permanent residence. Poor bastard's barely getting by on his own." Zagroza said as he started following Gilbert and his group. With not a word of communication, his lads took strategic positions around the group of Goblins, keeping some semblance of a formation, weapons at the ready despite carrying other equipment.

"Now, please don't assume I'm here to steal your thunder. If need be we can simply establish a Double Monarchy of sorts. I will cover what you lack and you can cover my shortcomings. You certainly look more appealing to be a leader. Clearly you've experienced battle yourself, you have an actual facial structure, and you are quite a passionate speaker. I fancy myself more of a silent workhorse and a trainer. If I took off this thing, I'm pretty sure everyone in the radius of a few miles would evacuate to the next continent over." he pointed at his helmet with an ironic chuckle.

"Regardless, let's keep it quiet for now, I'd hate for our little plan to go to the bowl before it even starts because some hunter heard us or something. Do you have an area in mind already?" he asked while turning his head back to the other Goblin leader, before sticking his pipe back into his mouth through one of the holes again.

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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.

 

[Manier Sarvant]

"Finally" he said, subconciously using the accursed man speech that'd been forced upon him for this last fortnight of his life. He looked at the bloody scene and a wiked smile crept to his lips. The fool had left his weapon out in the open thinking the goblin runt couldnt pick it up, sadly for his victim he hadnt needed to, a slight push was all it took for the axe to fall on the sleeping man.

His mind was flooded by memories, how he'd been pried from his dead mother a mere days after his birth, the torture he'd had to endure the ensuying days being ridiculed and mocked as he was forced to speak common read their books and do all matter of things for his captors entertainment. But his day had come, now all that mattered was what would be his next move. Though he had savored his partial revenge he was more keen on surviving and escaping the slavers compound. Luckily his captor had not made any sound as he passed so he knew he'd probably have some time before the slavers returned from checking on their captives. One definitive benifite of his deminutive size was how well it hid in the shadows as he ran away into the forrest.

--

It appered he'd made a clean escape, some days had passed and he'd heard no sound of anyone trailing him. As the forth day was beginning he came upon some sort of village. Wariness immediately over took him as he drew himself lower to the ground, crawling forward in order to get a better look.

When he finally came within range, he was quite surprised to see that goblins and other larger creatures lined the wooden walls of the fort or village. His curiosity piqued he decided to venture forth. As he approached it his nerves stood on end, as he expected to be stopped or questioned but no one seemed to particularely care for his presence, most merely greeted him kindly.

He continued, passing the walls, his curiosity ever growing until finally he could take it no more and decided to find out what this place was. He questioned some of the goblins about but they directed him to the largest of the wooden structures, recommending he speak to the leader, somone called Chieftain Gilbert...

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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?"

 

[Manier Sarvant]

The goblin almost instinctively lowered himself to a kneel, partly because he had created the habit from his human captors but mostly because, even in his short life, he had learned to recognize thos who had power and this mayor certainly had that in spades.

"Uh, hello great chieftain" he said pausing for a moment to collect his thought "I come from the jungles where the sun rises, where I was held captive by cruel humans" he almost felt compeled to tell this goblin history "I killed my captors and escaped, I mere happened upon your setlement and became curious." He took a deep breath to steady his nerves before continuing "I have no tribe or family as mine was killed by the despicable humans that took me prisoner and wish to join this place of monsters. I am willing to do whatever is necesary great chieftain Gilbert. I do not have much to offer, the moon has barely passed once in the night sky since I was born, and my time as a captor only gave me the ability to speak the wretched humans tongue. But I can give my life, it was already forfeit, and something within me feels your village has a worthy cause."

It seemed his time with humans though limited, had at least given him the gift of a silver tongue. As the last of his monologue left his lips he waited in what felt like an eternal silence for an answer.

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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?"

 

[Tetsuo Mau]

Falwood - Falling Flower Village

Tetsuo awoke from his sleep stretching before heading through the village of the Kitsune towards the local well.
Gathering water to drink before using it to wash his face. Mother would wake soon Tetsuo thought so he gathered some water to take back.

Before he arrived back at his home he noticed activity in the main hall of the village something was going on. Surely mother would not mind waiting for his return if it was important. "What is going on everyone?" Tetsuo said curiously

"The forest is restless our scouts say they have seen goblins gathering other races together in the forest.". The leader of the intelligence network told the crowd.

"This could affect trade with the elves,we also need them to breed our kind." One of the Half Kitsune onlookers said worried
"The humans will surely rally a force to deal with it if they deem it a threat its why we always kept a low profile never taking more than we need. With ogres and other monsters around its easy to avoid blame we should watch from a safe distance." an elderly Kitsune said curled up in the nearby shade.

This was certainly a strange occurrence Tetsuo wanted to check this so called gathering of goblins, and other monsters out the only goblins he had seen before were used as blood sacrifices for the village barrier.
They had accidentally followed one of us back to our village it had found out too much sadly so had to be made useful. Tetsuo thought the clan's safely was always the priority.
Mother certainly would not like Tetsuo leaving the village before his training was complete.

With that thought in mind Tetsuo headed back with his bucket of water surely mother would be awake wanting breakfast soon Betsuna his brother too.

 

[Manier Sarvant]

Manier stood dumbfounder as the mayor displayed his plan and even praised him for his suposed gift. In his short life he had only seen humans as an enemy to be slaughtered given the chance, but as Gilbert spoke the idea he brought instantly captivate him, he had only been able to kill his captor thanks to subterfuge, if this goblin was correct he might be a tool in order to do just that on a global scale.

He did not even try to hold back the wicked grin that crept to his lips "Your will be done great one, I shall be a willing pawn in your plan. Tell me where to go and I shall begin dispursing the dreaded knowledge of the human tongue.". His mind was still racing at the possibilities of what this gathering would be able to do when an idea popped into his head. "Great one I do have one request, though I have learned some of they're tongue I remain limited to the short time I spent with them. However they did have this useful device called a...book, if we could find more of these we could teach the younglings and ourselves all the faster as well as expand what we know of how to run a settlement, what better way to destroy human kind than to use they own lowledge of cities, commerce and politics against them!".

He was completely ecstatic as he finished his proposal, oh what a grand day this had turned into, from a runaway slave he would turn into a piece in the machine that would bring these supposed civilized races to their knees.

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

"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?

 

[Manier Sarvant]

The goblin nodded, understanding the situation. Despite his being a goblin he knew very little of their culture and practices given he was taken from his family at an early age. However now that he was better informed he agreed with the mayor that the best course of action would be to begin trading with the other races.

This would work as a double pronged attack, both allowing them to acquire knowledge and establish relations which would help them in their ultimate goal. "I shall gladly work with whatever is available my liege. I also agree that becoming a trade hub shall be most beneficial to our ultimate goal." He seemed satisfied with their conversation so far, it seemed as if destiny had shone upon him and directed him here. However a dark look would come upon his face as mayor Gilbert introduced himself "I apologize great one I do not have a name. Those bipedal swine took me from my family before I could be given one." Despite himself shame would gleam through his gaze.

 

[Tetsuo Mau]

Tetsuo arrived home hearing the sound of a rising beast in the house. "Mother I have returned shall I prepare meat and fruit?"
Tetsuo said as a 6 foot long white furred beast entered the room.
"Bread will do child I wish to savour meat in the evening, when I awake fully to my senses" the Kitsune Mau spoke with a rough tone groggy from awakening.
"I shall pour you some water then while I gather the bread" Tetsuo said happily as he prepared the water in a large ornate bowl.

The large Kitsune began drinking from the bowl as Tetsuo went into the storage room. "Oh there it is she is a picky eater I doubt mother understands the work that it takes to make this bread." Tetsuo said as he thought about the baker Basilo he enjoyed using the skills he learned from humans. But a thank you from his mother would go a long way.

Returning to his mother Tetsuo placed the animal shaped loaf near the drinking bowl. "You know he could make more bread for us if you did not have such strange demands on the shape right?" The son said with an amused tone.
The kitsune merely began taking bites between laps of water paying no mind to the remark.

"Not awake enough for tongues of wit yet no worries. Mother I have heard tale of goblins gathering in the forest, they gather with many folk of other kin orges included, for what purpose we yet do not know." Tetsuo informed his mother calmly.
This remark peaked the kitsune Mau's attention. What mischief were the little green ones up to she wondered.

"Son of mine perhaps this will be a good learning experience you say they gather many kin perhaps you can learn their goals from within. We know not the tongue of goblin as we do not trade with such creatures but perhaps they are using a common tongue with so many species assembled in one place.
For chaos only ensues without communication." The wise old kitsune knew well the value of talking it was a great asset in her youth when she was more mischievous.

"Now go child of mine and return with something for my mind to chew on anything you learn is better than nothing after-all." With that the kitsune returned to her meal.

Tetsuo merely nodded in agreement to the suggestion eating breakfast before preparing food to take with him on his journey, to the goblin settlement. This was his first chance to prove himself outside of the village he would do his best he thought.

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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.

 

[Gronkle Footertoe]

Gronkle ambled into the developing town with a glitter in his eyes, he looked left and right in awe at the buildings which were way more developed than any other construction by goblin design.

"This town was built by goblins? Finally, a place to settle down and begin work!" muttered Gronkle, still in awe at the buildings.

Gronkle heard of a place where goblins were gathering after a few eavesdrops on some local elves gossiping. He was passing through on his winding path to find bits and bobs to toy with, but this sounds more interesting! The town was better than he had in mind too! Streets of organized buildings are rare to goblin tribes, so this was definitely a first for him. From where he came from, the people would just build without the need of organization.

"Perhaps I should find the chief of this place, and try to start up a workshop, I'm sure they need something like that." muttered Gronkle again, still recovering from the bewildered amazement.

Gronkle made his way to the center of town, turning his head rapidly to observe the buildings in full glory. He arrived shortly at the center building, after asking directions a few times to where the chief is. He knocks on the door of the office building lightly, hoping that the chief was home.

"Hello? Is anybody home?"

 

[Manier Sarvant]

Manier could not help but chuckle at the mans offer, a wide smile upon his own face. "A week ago I could not have even dreamed of something like this, I can barely believe it now. That so many of, not only our people, but other outcasts have come together and thrived,. I can hardly believe it even when it stands before my eyes.". He let out a deep sigh, in it could be felt relief, such as he had not felt from the moment he had been born.

As they walked back to the town hall he looked around himself, admiring both the architecture and the people that had made it. He noticed they had been in silence for a while both admiring their surrounding. Manier cleared his throat, in order to quell the emotions welling up inside him, before speaking "I must state again, it is shall be an honor to work for you and these people. I have already been trying to remember the process by which those horrid humans taught me. I shall improve it, taking what they used for ridicule and turning it into our greatest strength." another chuckle, this one much darker that his first. left his lips "I see a very bright future ahead of us Great Mayor Gilbert.".

As he finished speaking he noticed they had finally arrived at the main hall. He scanned the different groups and noticed a single goblin that stood out from the rest. Not only was he currently knocking on the main door, but his countenance seemed different from what he had seen in the local goblins. "It appears today is meant to be another chapter for our people." he said with a smile, gesturing with his chin to the goblin by the door.

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

"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 |

 

[Gronkle Footertoe]

Jumping in surprise by the noise behind him, Gronkle swiftly turned to meet eyes with the so called mayor. He did not expect him to come from the other way. Sighing with relief to see another goblin he gave a look of curiosity at the word "mayor" and not "chief".

"Mayor? That's a strange title for a..." he pauses for a second, "never mind, I am looking for a place to set up shop. Perhaps you have a stall open? I require a large place to do my line of work, I will pay you handsomely if you do have such a place. I imagine you do so based on the design of this place, and perhaps we can come to an agreement on my... wares."

Gronkle points his eyebrows upward, suggesting something, does this goblin have something you want?

"Ah yes, I believe I have not introduced myself yet. I am Gronkle Footertoe, of the Footertoe tribe. I wouldn't be suprised if you have not heard of them, it is a rare name to come across nowadays," spoke Gronkle, as he puts down his large backpack, which on closer inspection has a large number of bits, bobs, tools, and miscellaneous things.

"Whew! That is heavy, my back will probably break due to the weight of that thing, now what is your name again Mayor?"

 

[Gilbert Goblinson]

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.

 

[lionman]

"ewww what in divines name is that smell"

lionman gives the young lion a look that says be quiet.

"we found this village on one of our scouting efforts to better understand our camps surroundings " leo says crouching in the bushes beside trent and lionman.

"what are they?" trent says in a soft whisper.

"unfortunately they aren't food. most furrless folk call these things goblins" lionman covers his nose. the smell of goblins to lionmen is that of rotting garbage.

"do they taste bad?"

trent asks now very interested in the creatures.

"why dont you stop asking me questions and go climb a tree i want you to tell me how many you think are over that wall" lionman spits in annoyance. the use of children in hunting is a time honored tradition but that also means they aren't always focused.

trent immediately does as hes told and climbs the nearest tree. a feet lionman nor leo could accomplish being so big of beasts.

"theirs alot your majesty and they are armed to the fur or lack there of i suppose"

trent says from his perch above.

"ok head back to the camp and tell the guards that goblins are in the area."

the boy speeds off from branch to branch back to camp.

leo looks at lionman questioningly.

"is it just me or does this look like an organized village?"

he points to a few guards that seem on patrol.

lionman nods.

"yea these things aren't normally above ground for long and if they are its never to build a damn town. somethings off here, i dont like it they seem to be orderly not like these things to be this dug into any one location either"

he eyes a few goblins sitting on the top of the wall guarding.

"what in the divine saints is going on?" leo asks.

"i thought these things were animals!"

lionman scowels at leo.

"they are animals. remember they may walk and talk but they have no souls and we will not see them in the divine war."

leo snickers.

"thank the divine realm for that"

lionman sits in the bushes with leo for a while before deciding what to do.

"heres what we do. ill approach the settlement and try to speak to the goblins. i wanna avoid attacking we cant have another war on our hands. i could fight maybe ten on my own but these things come in numbers and my death would only solidifie our peoples down fall. go get a few willing males from camp just in case im captured. if i dont return before the sun sets kill them all"

leo didnt like any part of the plan except the last part. lionmen are taught about fighting till the death since birth and that jumping into a fight is a lionmens duty no honor and if it ends in death those that die are guaranteed a spot in the divine.these kinda tactics would anger the divine and if lionman dies using this tactic his soul will be banished into the dark realm never to see the blood of war again. maybe its because of lionmans age but he dosnt jump into fights like a younger lion would and this worries leo he fears the men he recruits from the camp wont like the plan and ruin it by attacking too soon. leo decides to keep the plans details quiet and only tell them what they need to know. that lionman may need backup at sunset nothing more.

lionman approaches the gate to the settlement

"bring me your leader"

he says to one of the guards who looks shaken to be approached by a talking lion. the more cowardly of the two guards volunteers without a word entering the settlement very quickly leaving the second goblin alone with the towering lion creature. his spear pointed at it the spear shaking in the hands of the goblin

lionman growls.

"i think ill go see whats taking him so long"
the very scared goblin says as he enters the camp as well leaving lionman alone

"well this is just rude" lionman mutters to himself "leaving a guest alone on ones doorstep" lionman giggles at his own joke

 

[Gronkle Footertoe]

"Do not touch my stuff!" yelped Gronkle in response to his offer, his shoulders tightening. "They are fragile and easily broken stuff in there!" he scowls at the mayor, with a bit of hate in his eye.

Gronkle then calms down, "Ah yes sorry for that, as I was saying. I am a siege mechanic by trade and somewhat of a collector. I require a large space to construct my wares, which I guess you could use." Gronkle says, somewhat boasting in his voice. He then picks up his pack and straps it onto his back once more.

"Now, do you have a place where I could possibly work?" inquires the curious goblin, as if the incident earlier never happened. He gestures towards the trade part of town with his head.