Snippet #1784433

Twas not long before the sun peaked over the horizons and Grubeck awoke with fright, beads of sweat dripping down his body, salty droplets onto the earth. It was a strange dream that had overwhelmed the goblin but a simple one. A blade-no, a sword, double edged, ran through his body and had decapitated him. The man wielding the blade was nothing but a shadow figure of darkness; for there was no war roaring in the background but a blinding white light.

Afterwards, his lips twitched into a forced smile, and he took a long needed stretch. Grubeck sighed, packed up his goods, and spotted the mounts that layed before him and his crew. There were many regular mounts, horses, and such, but special mounts as well. As a shaman, Grubeck was intrigued by the varieties of mounts, one being a giant centipede! The second that Grubeck leaned towards it however, the other goblin, Urknenkt, took the special mount. Grubeck gave his kin a challenging look before he turned around back to what else could he ride. Admittedly, the shaman didn't really need a mount, but the rest itself was needed. Besides, he'd need to familiar himself with other creatures in order to mimick them. In the end it was a giant spider that had caught Grubeck; easily double his own size.

It was a fight to rather mount the black spider. Each leg was long and slender, sharp enough at the ends to stab a man, and it hissed, jumped back whenever a man or woman came within ten feet. The pitch black spider had an red hourglass mark on it's abdomen that seemed to glow whenever it felt threatened. The black widow, without a doubt, obviously felt threatened as Grubeck circled it slowly, back hunched, and fingers close to the ground to prepare for a sprint. "Come on, you damned, six legged-" Cutting off his own sentence, the goblin took off with a sprint to the spider's side who raised it's legs out to skewer the shaman. Diving under the beast to the otherside, Grubeck jumped on it's back, took hold of it's reigns, and despite reigning victory; the spider didn't give up on trying to throw him off. As it followed the caravan, it went ahead of everyone else on the trail, climbing up trees and then hanging upside down on a single thread, using gravity to try to get rid of the old goblin.

By the time the town was reached, Grubeck had finally broken in the mount, cursing it all along the way. The moment he got off the black widow, it early attacked him, stopping only at the limitations the reign held, tied to a tree. "That's right." Grubeck said, teasing it with a green finger in its reach before pulling it away. He decided to walk around town and noticed a couple of refugees, one of them, a harpy severly injured, nearly mauled to death. Admittedly, he eavesdropped their conversation and heard of the "griffin" that had done it. Griffins were a legend that Grubeck has yet to see, creatures with the body of a lion, head and wings of an eagle. If Grubeck could take a manifestation of such a creature; a great deal of destruction could ensue. It would take getting acquanted with the griffon, maybe eat it if it has to get to that point, then be it.

Such is the case with the larger animals; while if he tried he could probably mimick the black widow. Reaching the entranceway to the bar; an idea on how he could use his firebombs came to mine. Without the tar it wouldn't be combustable on contact but if consumed, with the help of a small mote of fire from his tribal staff, it could create a large flame and burn down groups. With that in mind, Grubeck entered the bar, and sat himself down near the dwarf. "Some mead' he told the barkeep, before looking at the dwarf right next to him, eyes keeping the words of the book. A large glass was settled in front of the goblin, so he took a quick swig, waited for the woman to finish talking, and said to the dwarf. "I could teach you how to see them." Without waiting for the dwarf's reply he turned to the cpatain with a curious question in mind. "Captain, where's all the war machines? No catapults, ballista, or even chariots. Looks like the forest tribes were more well armed then we are." Grubeck joked, taking a long swig of mead and awaited Asch's word. He did hope that Mellon Pass did have some of the mechaical creations. In his experience, they were very effective against buildings and ripped through anyone in their way.