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ID: PDUag2kr/qst/6256761#6256764
6/11/2025, 10:39:35 PM
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PROLOGUE :
Hob the farmer had seen many things in his life, the flight of a dragon, a well of magic invoked by mages and even a mystical fruit brought by traders from the south called a "coconut fruit", he was not a well read man, nor a literate man, nor the wisest of men but what he saw shocked even the village elder, an old birdman whose feathers were ruffled and his eyes opened in shock. Goblins were approaching the village, but instead of attacking, the little pests, light brown of skin like some tribes, were marching behind a goblin mounted on a pony ! A goblin riding a pony ! Normally horses found these little pests repugnant and no orc nor goblin could mount one, but here these goblins were almost civilised. They wore some mismatch of armor, and a strange black and yellow livery, their leader had a ridiculous hat and was dressed like... Like some parody of an herald. Hit hat even had a feather, these goblins looked strangely, almost human. And the way they carried their spears, and the "herald" a trumpet made them look like some kind of messengers. The villagers, very intrigued by this display, began to go out, and even arm themselves. Some humans, elves, dwarves, halflings and a satyr or two got out of their homes and readied themselves, but strangely, the goblins did not attack, in place the strange herald on his pony blew his trumpet three times, as if it was an announcement. He then cleared his throat and produced a parchment ! Goblins knowing to read ! Were they bewitched ? Men changed into goblins by some curse ? Hob did not knew, but while he grabbed his pitchfork and told his wife and kids to stay at home. Then he heard, he heard the most surrealistic message of his life, coming from the high pitched voice of a goblin.
-In the name of Konrad the First, of the Hohenstaufen Dynasty, Emperor of the Holy Goblin Empire, King of Jerusalem, King of Sicily and Duke of Swabia I declare that this village, and all the lands surrounding it, now belongs to the Reich, and will be given as a fief to the Langrave Shitbag von Snaga, as your new liege lord he will collect a tribute in grain and riches every year from now on. Any tentative of rebellion shall be punished.
The villagers looked at themselves, some fought about killing the goblins but Tweet, the birdman who ruled the place, ordered to keep quiet, he was wise. After all if they killed those ten goblins one hundred more would take their place. It was decided to do what any villagers would do in this case : hire adventurers. Oh, if he knew, Hob would have advised against it, but after speaking with everyone the village council decided to do it, their liege lord was far away after all, and probably drunk, the adventurer's guild would help.
PROLOGUE :
Hob the farmer had seen many things in his life, the flight of a dragon, a well of magic invoked by mages and even a mystical fruit brought by traders from the south called a "coconut fruit", he was not a well read man, nor a literate man, nor the wisest of men but what he saw shocked even the village elder, an old birdman whose feathers were ruffled and his eyes opened in shock. Goblins were approaching the village, but instead of attacking, the little pests, light brown of skin like some tribes, were marching behind a goblin mounted on a pony ! A goblin riding a pony ! Normally horses found these little pests repugnant and no orc nor goblin could mount one, but here these goblins were almost civilised. They wore some mismatch of armor, and a strange black and yellow livery, their leader had a ridiculous hat and was dressed like... Like some parody of an herald. Hit hat even had a feather, these goblins looked strangely, almost human. And the way they carried their spears, and the "herald" a trumpet made them look like some kind of messengers. The villagers, very intrigued by this display, began to go out, and even arm themselves. Some humans, elves, dwarves, halflings and a satyr or two got out of their homes and readied themselves, but strangely, the goblins did not attack, in place the strange herald on his pony blew his trumpet three times, as if it was an announcement. He then cleared his throat and produced a parchment ! Goblins knowing to read ! Were they bewitched ? Men changed into goblins by some curse ? Hob did not knew, but while he grabbed his pitchfork and told his wife and kids to stay at home. Then he heard, he heard the most surrealistic message of his life, coming from the high pitched voice of a goblin.
-In the name of Konrad the First, of the Hohenstaufen Dynasty, Emperor of the Holy Goblin Empire, King of Jerusalem, King of Sicily and Duke of Swabia I declare that this village, and all the lands surrounding it, now belongs to the Reich, and will be given as a fief to the Langrave Shitbag von Snaga, as your new liege lord he will collect a tribute in grain and riches every year from now on. Any tentative of rebellion shall be punished.
The villagers looked at themselves, some fought about killing the goblins but Tweet, the birdman who ruled the place, ordered to keep quiet, he was wise. After all if they killed those ten goblins one hundred more would take their place. It was decided to do what any villagers would do in this case : hire adventurers. Oh, if he knew, Hob would have advised against it, but after speaking with everyone the village council decided to do it, their liege lord was far away after all, and probably drunk, the adventurer's guild would help.
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