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Kitsurend: Rebirth
"Precisely... maybe 'she' was right about you," Akta whispered the last part more to herself than to Rend. "The real dangers of magic are pride, preconceptions... and careless trust. Remember, mage, true tests never end. Now let us clothes you in fabrics more fitting of your new status."
Goblin Brix: Walk of Shame
Brix emerged from Vexx's hut with a stupid grin painted across his ugly mug and some fresh lash-wounds covering his back. Stretching first, he then yawned loudly as he recalled the fun he'd just had a few hours ago. Vexx was still sleeping, completely spent from their fun time together -- torture in some cultures, but it was more of a mating dance in Brix's mind.
Her original intentions were to 'encourage' the younger goblin into revealing just how he'd survived his first night in the forest alone when groups of goblins his age couldn't even make it through the daytime. Once that was done, she would dispose of him and report back to her father. Instead of screams however, her efforts only dragged giggling fits from Brix's hideous mouth, frustrating Vexx. Infuriated by this, she quickly lost herself in her work as Brix suddenly became the outlet for her resentment at not having ranked-up yet -- seeing Brix's laughing face as that of the gods mocking her.
Brix's interpretation of last night however involved way more heart-shaped clouds, rainbow unicorns, and red roses than might have actually been present. And now that he was fully recharged, the goblin was eager to start the day. But too little of it remained for him to go hunting in the forest, so he decided that he would instead sell his loot and perhaps find a gift for Vexx, a thank-you of sorts for the beautiful time they'd spent together.
Goblin Brix
Redcreek 2.0
The Kingdom of Ebonvale is a beautiful, fertile land of rolling green countryside, magnificent cities, wheat fields and blossoming flowers. Her people are viewed as a bit grim by their neighbors but this is perhaps to be expected, given their never-ending war against the treacherous Elves, marauding Goblins, savage Pirates and other, less intelligent threats. Every year the people of Ebonvale shed blood to defend their land from the vicious humans and non-humans that prowl their borders. Atlos City is the largest city-state in the kingdom of Ebonvale -- best known for it's beautiful architecture, numerous libraries, and bountiful shops. Because it is where many noble families make their home, Atlos City tends to receive the largest number of visitors and has become the cultural heart of the Kingdom of Ebonvale.
Redcreek is the southernmost county of Atlos City, so named after the legend of the three wives who killed their husband and left his corpse hanging over a river, whiched turned the water red for three days and three nights. Red Creek is led by Mayor Wellings and is constantly attacked by bandits and monsters. On rare occasions goblins have even managed to reach Redcreek Village, home of Mayor Wellings, but most of the time they are held within their forest by the guards stationed at the local garrison.
The reason for this, it turns out, was that the garrison regularly took prisoners, thieves, and worse and sent them against the goblins. This removed the undisiarbles from within the community and kept taxes low by not having to feed or house these criminals. Once at the garrison, the prisoners were fitted with magical collars that forced them to obey whomever the collars deemed worthy. This was Ebb's fate, having been raised by orcs and being a mage, he would never fit into a regular, human society. Besides that, he had taken arms against fellow humans -- which could not and would not be tolerated. Those that sided with monsters against there own kind was the lowest of the low. And his punishment would be to die fighting his own kind, like a beast in an gladitaroial arena.
"Hey, you! You finally awake yet?" Ebb heard a woman whisper loudly before a sharp, stinging sensation pierced his side. "I want another story!"
"If you somehow let him take that stick from you," a stern voice said ominously. "I'll personally take you over my knee and disciple you properly. Now leave the prisoner alone, before you end up like his final victims."
"Wha-I," the female voice stuttered and blushed audibly.
"What?" The male voice cut in condescendly. "Are you going to defend him now, say that he was innocent? By the gods, you're so simple. It really is a small wonder that you're still a virgin."
"Hey!"
"ENOUGH!" Isabela Asvianna bellowed as she rode up behind the two on her horse. "Everyone and their dead mother can hear you two! This is goblin territory, or have you so quickly forgotten your duties? Now shut your mouths and open your eyes!"
"Yes, Mi'lady!"
"...yes, Mi'lady." Satisfied that her subordinates had been properly chastised, Isabela rode on, not bothering to make eye-contact with the latest batch of prisoners that were about to be sent to there deaths -- for the betterment of the kingdom, and humanity as a whole.
"A bit harsh, wouldn't you say Mi'lady?" The commander of the local guard, Collin McSheare, asked quietly once Isabela's horse had caught up to his at the head of the processions.
"They need to learn or next it will be their heads." It was goblin mating season and thus goblin hunting season. But unlike mere animals, goblins enjoyed hunting humans too, taking them as prisons to do the gods only knew what. "Sadly their brains seem to be stuck firmly in their asses, so they'll be back to arguing in no time."
"Hey, hey!" Anna-Marie whispered again after awhile, riding closer to the prisoner carriage once Isabela was out of earshot. "So is it true what they say, are you a witch? Did you really learn magic from monsters and demons?"
Anne-Marie
Vicus
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