Level Up!

Your Racial Job 'Goblin' has advanced to Level 5!

STR +1,DEX +2,AGI +1,FRT +1,INT +1,WIS +1

As Your Racial Job 'Goblin' is now Level 5 you can Unlock one Trait or Skill from the Goblin Unlock List:

Tough Hide

Unnerving Malice

Fleet-Of-Foot

The victorious hunters gave themselves a moment's rest, Steal needed time to recover his health and Grak quickly got to work recovering his arrows, including the arrow he had to wipe clean, smothered in chunks of greymatter and eyeball goo.

It took a minute or so for the small green creature to recover and begin staring at his shattered spear in dissapointment, it was a shame he lost it, albeit this was less an emotional attachment and more just that goblins by their very nature adored all their possessions, no matter how worthless or valuable. Even now, Steal felt his rotten little heart tug when he though of the daggers and potions that he had given away in hopes he wouldn't be killed.

The burly hobogblin tossed the Crimson Wolf's corpse at the goblin's feet, red-splattered fur slapping against the mud, dirt wet with thick blood. Grak looked down at the 'little one' with his typical toothy grin.

"You take this wolf, drag back with you, is heavy but make you strong, you come back with big body, you look strong" Steal nodded in response to the hunter's words, before struggling to haul the wolf's body over his shoulder.

The sun was set and the night had gone dark by the time the two returned to the Veera Hobgoblin Camp, it had taken a lot of effort and hours of work for the spindly creature to drag the Crimson Wolf back, he was fully aware that Grak could take it back far faster than him, yet insisted on making Steal exhaust himself taking it back with him. As the hunters reached the edge of the hobgoblin tribe's clearing Grak lifted the wolf from the goblin's shoulder, proudly displaying it high to the few hobgoblins that were yet to retreat to their hovels from the cold night.

One of those few that were still outside in the night was someone the goblin recognised, their powerful and brutish features were illuminated in the wavering and flickering light cast by a large, roaring fire pit in the center of the camp.

Yet again, Grak spoke before Steal. "Hello Drekai, I did not bring back a Gray Wolf" Steal could almost sense the smugness in his voice "Instead, I brought a Crimson Wolf" as the hobgoblin's grin returned to his more common stalwart and plain expression Drekai threw herself at him, her admirable bulk caused the two hobgoblins to fall to the ground, Grak's muscled back crashing against the earth, the woman's rather brutish face nuzzled into the hulking hunter's hairy chest whilst the goblin simpl stood there, bewildered by what was going on.

Drekai seemed to compose herself for a moment when she realised the goblin was watching, leaping off of Grak as quickly as she had leaped onto him before. She dusted her fur-covered chest slightly before turning to the two, waiting for Grak to pull himself up before she spoke.

"A Crimson Wolf is an excellent haul" Drekai glanced at the greenskinned goblin that's skin could barely be seen through the dried blood that caked it's entire naked body "Must have been a hard fight" she noticed the absence of the goblin's spear as she leant over to closer inspect him. then glanced at the corpse slung over Grak wide shoulders, a deep wound that certainly wasn't from an arrow could be seen between two armoured plates in the dim firelight.

"Lost your spear huh?... I'll get you something better for tomorrow" She smiled wide as Steal looked up at her, this oddly well-spoken hobgoblin was going to give him stuff... for free? It was an odd notion to the greedy little creature, albeit it was still upset that Grak had taken his other stuff, it liked this female hobgoblin.

Grak sighed as he watched Drekai move to poke and prod the small-statured monster, after a while she looked at Grak with that almost infuriatingly common grin, simply stating "I want him"

The burly hunter nodded, it was his job to look after and train Steal, but he didn't want to have to, having Drekai, who was one of the more caring tribemembers would be a good idea, and would let Grak sleep in solitude, just how he liked. Steal was quickly ushered away with Drekai, though Grak handed the crafstwoman Steal's old belongings, shiny daggers reflecting moonlight as they clinked together gently.

Steal followed Drekai back to her hut, past her ramshackle tool shed and behind the storehouse. Her hovel was as simple as the others, though it was a little bigger and had a decoration atop the entrance; some sort of sigil or written language. Although the goblin did not understand this, the wooden decor signalled that she was a craftswomen of the tribe and the decor was to one of the hobgoblin gods, Evon, God of Woodlands. This very same god existed in human religion, but went by the name of Gaila, Goddess of Forests, the same god took on different forms for their respective worshippers, and was worshipped as a different entity in two seperate cultures.

The female hobgoblin pointed to a small, cramped and dark wooden crate, seemingly salvaged or scavenged from a caravan or other civilized source, judging by the odd stamps and markings that none of the monsters recognised. One side of the crate had been pried off and was hastily repurposed as a door, thick vines wrapped through holes punctured into the top of the box, essentially putting the doorway on a hinge that swung open from the top. Drekai either had a rather large dog, or had intended to have Steal under her cage since she first met the goblin. Judging by her next words, the answer was the latter.

"Go in their, sleep up and I will have food for you when you wake up"

Obediently, the blood-soaked little creature crawled into the box, it was large enough him to lie in, but didn't have enough space for him to sit up or stretch out. the door swung closed as he entered and Steal was left in the dark. His new shelter was dark, cold and claustrophobic.

It was wonderful.

The poor creature had been born in a cave, and despised the open woodlands, even though it spent most of it's life outside now, it still felt uncomfortable and unfamiliar. These conditions, like the dungeon it was born from felt wonderfully homely and safe.

The monster thought on the message it had gotten after it killed the wolf, remembering it should probably check it's status and see if anything important had changed.

STATUS General Attributes Jobs/Classes Name Steal STR 12 Goblin 5 13/506 XP Race Goblin DEX 18 Age 6 Hours 32 Minutes AGI 15 HP 54/54 (1.4/s) FRT 14 MP 34/34 (1.0/s) INT 12 Affiliation N/A WIS 11

Steal remembered the mention of an 'Unlock' but he decided he would deal with that tomorrow, both his body and mind had been driven to their limits today, and Steal would safely sleep for the first time in his entire life.