DL 5

Desperately you fought, manipulated blood whipping though your enemies as you stamped, bit, and clawed your way through every one of the bastards who came near, working with a near silent desperation as you attempted to throw off the numbers which were being sacrificed to weaken you.

“Here I come!” You almost didn’t realize it except for the voice as the Fighter Hob, Rax, slammed down her sword though the position right where you’d been but a bare moment ago, the point of the blade catching the back of your shoulder even as you attempted to dodge out of the way.

“How many times have I had to tell you sister, don’t warn the enemy when you attack.” The breeder shouted from the sidelines, her two ‘special’ goblins held back, close to her as she otherwise influenced and directed the battle from behind.

Ugg… you were getting bogged down, for every one you killed it seemed like two more and some rats would join the fray. You needed to end this soon, or you’d end up exhausted, you needed…

… You needed Blood!

And your enemies had been oh so very willing to provide.

You slammed your forearm against the side of the incoming blade, deflecting it’s fury before lashing out towards your smaller foe. To no avail as she backslid, apparently sensing the moment of danger as your hand reached out, almost grappling her close, before shaking loose as many of the threats as you could before sliding to a halt.

Cornered. Your fingers gripped tight against your palm, blood flowing freely from the cuts which formed.

You glanced about, this was to put it in the lightest of terms, not going to be an easy fight. Any one of these low class jokers you could easily slaughter. The uncomfortably attractive pregnant bitch and her entire worthless brood, you could slay them all day, the two better than fresh crushed bug gobs you could destroy them both together without effort, you worried slightly about the warrior Hob though, she felt a bit stronger than her sister, but depending on how that strength was distributed you might or might not have a problem.

… you loved her hair.

Still together, you expected a challenge. Infact you fully expected that if you were to try to grind them all down into blood and meat you’d probably lose as they beat you by pure attrition. Not a thought that you enjoyed but father always did say to be honest and clear headed in your assessments of threats... and of course to never let them know you thought of them as threats where possible.

And you had one nice little trump card to play which they’d so graciously given you everything you needed in order to make use of it. A little idea you’d had from watching father fight, and from the mounds of dead everything you’d already worked your way though.

With a small cry of disgust you gathered some of the blood at your feet, splashing it all outward in a singular wave, brushing aside most of the vermin and knocking away the rats too.

“Wow, it really is a Vampire. You know Sis, I’ve never killed one of those before.” The cheerful voice of the fighter caused you to turn your head towards her, your dirtied rags (oh how mother would cry to see you so soiled) fluttering in time with the force of blood moving about them, the light stains animating the cloth as much as it did the helix of vital fluids which danced around your body in an ever growing frenzy.

“And you will not be killing one of them now, peasant.” You spat, eyes narrowing with crimson light as you allowed the blood to shape and wreathe itself about your arms, forming what could only be described as long trailing claws of blood. Your eyes fell upon the two red headed sisters as an evil smile graced your lips. “Now I had thought to negotiate, but as it stands after the indignities you’ve subjected my personage to… right now I can no longer see a future where those still alive among you will not find yourself impaled on the business end of a turgid reproductive organ, and I no longer have any incentive to utilize lube. Your Hob asses belong to me... for the sake of my future entertainment, try not to die.”

Power swelled up within as the blood and viscera about you whipped up in a frenzy, your magic of blood forming an armour of gore about your tattered form.

And then you moved.

Three died in that moment, caught in your oversized ‘gauntlets’ as you ran past, raking serveral more with injuries which would keep them from fighting, even as you turned and slammed forward with your weapons, just in time to block the oncoming blade as it buried itself in your layer of protection, the Hob behind it grinning as her eyes burned with glee.

You shifted into a powerful kick, your gauntlet taking ‘grip’ of the sword even as you did.

She gasped even as she was separated from her weapon, strong as she was her endurance was low, and the force of impact left her groaning as she slid down upon the floor.

Unfortunately she was far from the only attack being made on your person.

Searing agony crossed your thigh, forcing you down to your knees, as the grinning face of the male goblin Stalker flashed at the corner of your eye before a frantic backsliding motion took him out of reach of your retaliation, leaving his knife buried in your thigh billowing an evil purple which seemed to creep along the back of your leg.

Poison attribute.

Fuck you needed to end this now, but the reaching hands and crude weapons of the other goblins in the throg kept you from being able to simply stop and take care of the bloody wound.

You could see the pregnant hob watching with a self-satisfied grin.

She was the key.

And you were just about ready to turn it till it dammed well broke. You launched yourself forth, vengeful fire in your eyes as you utilized the space you’d earned in your last exchange to get ever closer, leaping one legged at a nearby cavern column before tossing yourself over the throng of Goblins into a perfect arc right at the Breeder’s stupid smug face. With their numbers thinned from the fight so far their next attempt to keep your from their leader’s throat was far less effective, startling that smug smile from her green lips.

Your claws reached her.

And suddenly there was a hush, the remaining goblins frozen almost as if held in place by some strange force save for the four special ones you’d identified. The ones smart enough not to simply be immediately influenced by the Breeder’s desires.

“Anni!” The Fighter breathed out, her voice cracked and wet sounding. You’d probably broken something when you smacked her into that wall.

“Be still.” Ankha ordered, eyes focused upon you as you moved close enough to finally touch her. It was commendable just how well she managed to control the fear in her eyes.

“Good girl.” You snarled. “I am not at all pleased. But submit now… I’ll think of a proper punishment for… this later.”

“Yes…” The breeder licked her lips as you stood against her, a head and a half taller than she was.

Your fingers squeezed, the crimson pins of your claws poking against her throat with enough force to draw blood. “Yes what?”

You could smell her fear.

“Yes… master.” She hesitated… you could see the calculation which ran behind her eyes.

And then you felt it. The quiet force of your will overcoming hers, the power which you enforced by your presence as the strongest being among them, your enforcement of Order upon their chaotic ilk.

At least for now, she and all that had been hers, belonged to you.

“Good.” You nodded, pulling the blood from all about your person and drawing it into a single almost person sized globule. “Prepare me a bath, and have your little mongrel come take back his dagger. I’ll think of something suitable for every one of you later when I’m properly relaxed. Oh and I have a message I need delivered.”

You’d won and now you needed to rest.




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You have some free time now.
[] You’ve a promise to fulfill, and goblins to punish… you’ll give one of them your attention now. (You can stunt how you want to deal with chosen, and may chose more than one)
-[] The breeder
-[] The fighter
-[] The Druid of Pestilence
-[] The Stalker
[] Just rest, your mother and the rest will be here in the morning.
[] Make a random, violent example of someone expendable. Keep them in line and less likely to think of rebellion.


Hob-Goblin Breeder Ankha has gained a perk
[] Milky Mother (Can always be milked with full ripe breasts, bonus to potential alchemical solutions, and other things.)
[] Hob-Mother (Lowers total number of spawn per week for a much higher chance to spawn new Hob-goblins)
[] Motherly Vigor (Amps up class based regen and toughness, even limbs are recoverable with time and enhanced pain resistance)
[] Fatal Attraction (Enhances her universal attractiveness to mind controlling levels)
[] Matronly Presence (Enhances all troops under her command)