Tang the greatest of all goblins and high alchemist was on the edge of a break through he could feel it. His first accomplishments of grinding the power leaves was a miraculous achievement provided his superiority in the tribe. The fact that his first two test subjects might have collapsed vomiting blood before he'd gotten the dose correct was of little consequence. His newest project was almost complete. He'd taken the ink fruit and pressed them for it's juice mixing in the powdered power leaf to create the ultimate goblin potion.

It would be his masterpiece, his life work if only it didn't turn into black goo every time he'd mixed them together. A big flash of heat and he was left with another mess to scrape off his tools. Moving to his dumping pit tang grumbled to himself about how it should have worked this time. "I'm mixing it in as slowly as I can but once to much powder mixes it turns to goo" growling under his breath tang did his best to think of a way to add the powder without it instantly reacting. He'd tried using a little water to slow the reaction and it helped some but in the end it's always black goo.

Getting to his spot but the stream tang the greatest of all goblins started scrubbing his tools. The black goo just stuck so hard and took forever to scrape off. After about an hour or so of scrubbing he was about ready to leave when a hunting party returned dragging a furry mountain across the ground heading to clean and prepare the skin, bone and tendons for use in tools. The hunting of the great herds had been progressing with increasing ease since the arrival of myself and the many miracles he produces. Tang must admit however that no matter how many they seemed to kill the herd only increased in size and to a lesser extent levels over time.

None could challenge grug dread fist the current highest level goblin in the tribe at level 11. Since hitting level 10 he gained titanic strength and with the help of tangs power powder he became almost unstoppable for a short time. Yet another sign of tangs greatness and with a sigh tang went to turn but noticed a small puddle of blood right beside the the beast being carved up. A wonderful idea so brilliant only tang himself could of came up with hit him. Shouting orders carrying all the authority the spirit guardian bestowed apon tang greatest of all goblins and high alchemist he had the surrounding goblins collect as much blood as possible. Rubbing his hands together tang would show the tribe once more how he earned his titles.

It had been three days since Jacoby Cane had hit shore and started developing his outpost across the the monsters territory. Goblins the men had started calling them and for some reason that name just fit the brutal little creatures. Jacoby had sent in squads over on four separate occasions and with orders to return once they obtained a power crystal or they'd taken to many injuries. Despite having at least one person with a perk with each squad he'd already lost two men to the goblins. Jacoby wasn't bothered overly much by the death themselves but the fact that it's slowed down the rate in which he acquires power crystals. So far he had two in his possession that of a frost and fire crystal.

He Hesitated to use one himself yet since it seemed that experimenting with his son you could only have one at a time and swapping them out would destroy the equipped tattoo. He had also hoped that the abundance of monsters would level his troops a lot faster than they were. Not that they didn't improve but despite how dangerous those goblins are their levels were relatively low. Making his mind up Jacoby decided he'd had enough probing and decided to organize a larger scale assault on the monsters. With all that decided he gave his first and second lieutenants the fire and frost crystals respectively in preparation for tomorrow's attack.

In the morning everyone gathered checked their weapons and leather armor before shuttling over in boats to land in goblin territory. Moving down the path clearing the occasional ambush from the odd pare of goblins we swiftly reached the huts where the squads always encountered a mob of goblin. Just like the reports said Jacoby layed eyes apon a small group of goblins milling about in front of shabby mud huts. A bark from his captain had half of Jacoby's troops face the flanks as they marched forward cutting down the multi colored monsters with little trouble.

Like it was scripted six goblins popped out of the tree line only to die just as quickly. With a cry of delight the men watched not just one but two power crystals drop. Picking them up Douglas ran back to his father's side handing them over. Inspecting them Jacoby was pleased to see they were one's he hadn't seen before. According to the description they were Earth and wind type. Placing them in a pouch around his waist Jacoby ordered his men deeper into the jungle following the trail.

Over the next couple hours the men advanced occasional engaging in brief fights only sustaining mild injuries. Collecting a half dozen more crystals along the way lord Jacoby urged his men fast and faster disregarding any scouting or preparation in order to maximize the profit he could collect. So when the troops turned the corner seeing a group of thirty or so goblins he immediately ordered a full charge. Enthused with easy victory the man charged right into them captain Cole cutting them down completely ignoring all defense crushing all the goblins standing in his way. Lord Jacoby had completely stopped seeing the goblins as anything but walking power crystals so he was utterly shocked when captain Cole was knocked six feet in the air slamming into the line of men behind him with an indent in his chest.

The battle field seemed to pause every elf gapping at a little gray brown goblin standing where the captain was just standing. The goblin made eye contact with Jacoby and changed the remaining goblins following behind. Laying on the ground slowly regenerating the men formed up around captain Cole trying to by him time to get to his feet. The powerful little goblin thankfully must have used up most of it straight on the captain because instead of caving in chests it was only able to brake a bone or toss an elf a few feet. Stabbing and hacking at the little monster they were able to inflict deep wonds but each time they were about it kill the little nightmare a white goblin following behind would touch it on the back healing the worst of it's injuries.

Seeing the despite state of his men lord Jacoby jumped forward slashing out with his sword. Sliding just past the little monster his sword cut though the healers neck. Quickly retreating to avoid the powerful strike of the little monster captain Cole who had recently made it to his feet stepped forward cutting down the goblin who nearly killed him. Turning to servay the battle field he heard a shout from his side. Douglas was reaching out palm arcing towards a green goblin he hadn't noticed. With his perk enhancing his reflexes the goblin was barely able to touch his before Jacoby cut off it's arm and head there after.

The battle had some ended Jacoby looking around a all the power crystals form about the battlefield. It was enough to make him weak in the knees seeing how much all those were worth. It was around that moment Jacoby's vision started to fade and his legs gave out. Douglas watched his father collapse in horror and confusion. "Father " running up Douglas checked his father for wonds and found a black pach of skin where where that green goblin had touched his father. His breathing was ragged looking around for anything that could help. By chance he saw a white crystal forming above the healers corpses. Acting without thinking Douglas snatched the crystal.

A pop-up asking him if he wanted to unequip his current tattoo on replace it with the one in his hands appeared. Agreeing without hesitation Douglas's hair faded to white and a tattoo of a white dove manifested on his chest. Placing his hand on his father's side Douglas pushed as much energy as possible. Slowly painfully slowly his father's breathing started to stabilize. Douglas could hear captain Cole shouting at the surviving men to do something but he was just too worn-out to care.

He didn't remember how but the remaining troops and himself made it back thought the horrific jungle and across the river to the outpost. Of the twenty or so of us that went out eleven returned all wonded aside from captain Cole and Douglas himself.