Graff Keenblade stood looking down at his three remaining goblins, the tips of their pointed ears not even coming up to his chest. Truly these creatures were the most pathetic type of goblinoids. Honestly, he was still surprised Maglubiyet bothered with their race at all. Sure, the sniveling cowards were useful at times, especially when stealth was required, but it was always a trial to deal with them, and apparently these were not sneaky enough for his purposes.
“Come on, Graff,” Blurk whined. “We shot the dark-haired female you are fixated on like you ordered, now let’s get on with the easier pillaging you promised!”
“Well, SOME of us managed to shoot the female, you missed,” Ronk muttered under his breath.
“Shut UP!” screamed Blurk, punching Ronk in the nose, while Graff rolled his eyes and wondered again where he could get better help with his revenge.
Meanwhile, Blurk continued whining. “There’s no way we’re setting up another ambush turned death trap for us! You said if we immediate hid after shooting once they’d never find us, and they did! That damned wood elf has the eyes of a griffon, and the orc with the flaming sword could cut a tree in half with one swing! Let’s get on with killing some human farmer and taking his stuff already. Forget the female.”
Thinking about Serla and her uncaring sorcery caused Graff to fly into a rage, and he backhanded Blurk across the face, spinning him around and onto the ground. “Silence! How easily you speak of just moving on, when you are not the one who has lost his only chance at finding a mate! Do you not know the meaning of HeartLost? Hobgoblins do not breed like rabbits as you filthy goblins do. Maglubiyet allows our attention to stray from war to courtship only once in our lifetimes, once! And so we only do so with the best mate we can find, and our union makes us stronger. Not that you know anything of strength, you pathetic worms! I have now forever lost that opportunity due to the foul magic of that female, so speak not to me of forgetting the insult that I have been given!”
Turning away, Graff ignored the angry muttering behind him and tried to calm down. Yes, the plan had been for the goblins to do a series of hit and run attacks every hour or so while… she and her companions were in the Wood, but he had underestimated how well they had learned to spot goblins hiding in the trees. Or more likely overestimated his goblins, he thought with another eye roll, as the mutters escalated into the sounds of another scuffle.
“Enough!”, Graff yelled, turning around to face the vicious little ankle-biters wrestling each other on the forest floor. “You are obviously even more useless than I thought. Scurry back to your little holes in the ground, and be thankful I don’t take back the silver I already gave you!”
As the goblins scurried fearfully away into the forest, Graff began planning his next move. He would have to travel back to his homeland and muster some actual forces to get his revenge. It was a long way from here, but the raids from the human city nearby had diminished and then ceased in recent months, and he was sure that the combination of a new, rich, undefended town to plunder along with a desecrated shrine to Maglubiyet would be sufficient to raise interest in a new Host being formed. Serla wouldn’t be able to help but try to defend the town, and would get crushed under the might of the Host just like all of its other enemies.
Doing his best to content himself with that thought, Graff turned and started his journey back home.